Date: Sun, 25 Oct 2015 01:24:46 +0000
From: tom davis <underarmour001@hotmail.com>
Subject: New Story : Born to bottom/ college theme

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At 6'2 and 205 pounds of lean, cut muscle, I'm at the top of my game.  I'm
popular, homecoming king, student council president, top ten percent of my
class and all the other shit that comes with being an over-achiever,
control freak.  I'm not doing too badly for an eighteen year old on his way
to a college football scholarship at basically any University I want.  I
have the hottest chic in school riding my dick as much as we can and a few
female teachers that I've taken a shot as well. Hence, the good grades.

The only issue I have is an issue that I'm dealing with everyday of my
life.  It stresses me out sometimes and so I tend to get irritable and
anxious which I take out on the weights in the school gym and when that's
not an option I'll hit the gym uptown.

Taking out frustrations on the weights calms me and helps me focus on the
situations that arise on a day-to-day basis. Not to mention that I fucking
love looking at myself in the mirrors.  I really get pumped, vascular, a
fucking beast.  When I go to the public gym I get off on the stares and
whispers I get when I'm working out from chics and dudes alike.  I act like
I don't notice but I know damn well how hot I am.  I'll just smile a big,
white smile, run my fingers through my black, wavy hair and let my deep
blue eyes do the talking for me as I move from station to station with my
earbuds in, the universal sign for "don't talk to me right now."  I wear my
workout tights to show off my muscular ass and thighs, bulging calves, tiny
waist.  My sleeveless Under Armour leaves nothing to the imagination as I
lift and squat my way to an even more perfect body.

I know why I workout so intensely.  I need to be hyper-masculine, be the
man everyone expects me to be. The man who takes control, a born leader,
someone the other guys look up to, be able to take down any dude that gets
in my face. I'm good at it.  Too bad it's all an act.  It's all a carefully
orchestrated farce. You see, the problem with all this is that I love a
really nice, big cock in my ass.  I don't mean "just the tip" either.  I
mean I fucking love to get a good, hard pounding.  A pounding that makes
this butch stud into a moaning, screaming, slutty bitch.

I date chics, I dominate on the field and off. I'm a big, cocky jock that
is living a lie and just really wants a muscular, masculine dude to take me
down and wreck my hole.  You know how hard it is to fuck a chic and the
whole time thinking of the hottest guy I can think of just to stay hard?
Often I'll think about the best railing I've ever gotten and that will send
me over the edge and my girlfriend assumes she is the reason for the huge
loads I flood the condoms with.  I want to be her.  I want to be on my
back, legs up, dick in my ass and no condom! I fucking hate them.  I want
to get bred, know that a real man is planting his seed in my hole, just
using me to get off.  I have to know my body, the body I work so hard for,
is getting another dude off.

How did I become this way? It started when I was sixteen.  I always knew I
liked dudes, knew something was different about myself.  I was already a
major athlete and excelled in every sport I played.  My body had matured
early and I was already pretty muscular for a 16 year old.  I knew that I
wanted to look like the guys I thought were hot.  I wanted to be like them.
I would do anything to be able to become a hot muscle boy and join the
ranks of the hottest, most athletic jocks in the school.

When I was sixteen I was sent to football camp that summer being held at a
local university.  I couldn't wait.  I was looking forward to the training,
the camaraderie and, of course, the showers.  I just hoped I wouldn't pop a
bone in the locker room.  That would not be a good thing.

I arrived the first morning and we were given dorm assignments. Damn, I
guess not locker room showers. We each had a roommate and a sponsor, a big
brother of sorts.  I found out all our sponsors were the university's
football players who had volunteered to help train us and watch over us
while we were there.

I met my roommate in the room.  He was a very attractive mixed race
kid. I'm pretty sure he was half black, half white.  He was huge.  Not fat,
but muscular.  I mean very muscular. He was shorter than I was but dude was
stacked! He was unpacking his gear when I walked in.

"Hey man. Jack." He said as he shook my hand.

"Hey. Grant. Nice to meet you."

"Have you met our big brother yet?"

"Nope. I guess we meet them later at orientation."

" Cool, cool.  I took this bed, I hope you don't mind." Jack smiled.

"Nah bro.  It's all good."

We finished packing and headed off to orientation in the sports
complex. The whole auditorium was filled with high school football boys,
all in amazing shape, all ready to start.  Testosterone was thick in the
air.  It was fucking intoxicating.

After the orientation we were corralled out onto the practice field.  There
we saw a line up of big, muscular jocks, the university's football
team. Jack and I made our way down the line to find our big bro. Each one
was holding a placard with our names on them.

We made our way to the last player and he was holding our names. I about
popped wood right there. The most beautiful man was standing before me,
6'3ish, 210, bronze skin, jet black and clean-cut hair and the whitest
teeth I've ever seen. He was imposing but at the same time approachable. He
was wearing a tight Under Armor shirt that had the university mascot on it,
The Titan, a muscular man in tights and cape.  Just like the other players
he wore a pair of tight, shiny black Under Armor tights and Nike running
shoes. He was a specimen.  I was speechless.

He reached out and shook our hands. "Hello guys. I'm Rob and I'll be your
guy's big bro while your hear.

Jack introduced himself and then me.

"Hey...uh...hey." What the fuck was wrong with me. "I'm Grant. Great to
meet you. Really great.  Awesome." Shut the fuck up you idiot.  You sound
like a retard.

Rob laughed a bit and then sort of looked me up and down. He smiled at me
and winked. "Alright guys. Here is how we're going to start."  Rob
explained the procedures and the schedules.  While he was talking he held
his gaze on me for long amounts of time. I kept getting a flutter in my
stomach and my heart would race every time he looked at me.  There was
something going on there.  I didn't know what it was but it was electric.

Through out the day we worked hard with Rob.  We went through drills and
routes in the hot sun.  Rob took off his shirt at one point and all his
ripped beauty was out for us to see.  I couldn't help but stare.  Rob
caught me a few times. He just smiled and moved on.  It really seemed he
was spending more time with me than with Jack.  We were supposed to be
partners but some how it felt like it was just Rob and I.

After we were done for the day Rob said he would see us tonight after
dinner for a get together the school was throwing for us at the school
park.  As we turned to leave Rob swatted us both on the ass and left.

We walked back to our room, both stiff and sweaty.

"Dude, Rob is so cool."

"Yeah." I said. "He's amazing." I tried not to sound too excited.

"Sometimes though it seemed like he paid more attention to you.  I guess he
likes you better."

"Nah man, just means I needed more help than you did." I laughed and
slapped him on the back.

After dinner we walked over to the party.  It was being held outdoors on
the lake that was next to the school.  I was mingling with some of the
other players when I spotted Rob on the other side of the party by himself
drinking a soda.  He did a little wave to me and I made my way though the
amped up crowed of teenagers to talk with him.

"Hey Grant." He pulled me into a hug and did the bro hug, where you hug and
pat each other twice on the back.

"Hey Rob.  Nice party."

"Yeah, it's ok.  We throw these for all the football camps. Kind of an
ice-breaker."

"Sweet. You've done a lot of these then?"

"Yeah every summer since freshman year. I'll be a junior in the fall."

"Wow you look older."

"I get that a lot."

"What are you majoring in?"

"Sports Science. Going to be a personal trainer and a physical therapist."

"Nice dude. You'd be good at training.  You've got the body..."  I stopped
talking and realized I might have given myself away. I was blushing and Rob
was sporting a huge grin.

"Yeah?  You think so?" He flexed his right bicep and it stretched the short
sleeve of his t-shirt to its max.

"Ah, yeah.  I'd let you train me," I tried to recover.

Rob's face turned serious. He stared into my eyes.  "I'd train the shit out
of you, handsome."

Handsome? He suddenly was so intense. I could feel a powerful aura coming
off him.  I about had a heart attack.  I turned and looked at the crowd
nervously. I turned back to him and he was still staring at me with his
big, smooth arms crossed over his pecs. I started to sweat buckets.

He leaned in very close to my ear and whispered, "Train you how to take my
dick that is."

I swallowed hard and my dick got rock hard in my shorts. My eyes were wide
and my mouth went dry.  I looked around again and then back at the stud
standing in front of me. Take his dick? I'm not taking any dude's
dick. What the fuck? Who the fuck did he think he was?  I feel like
punching him.

"What?  I...dude...what?" I stammered. How did he know I was into him?
What did I do wrong to out myself?

Rob again leaned forward and spoke quietly into my ear, "You have a sweet
fucking ass dude. So round and muscular.  Feel so good wrapped around my
dick."

I cleared my throat, "What makes you think I'm gay?"

He laughed. "First of all, you're still standing here after I just told you
you've got a hot ass.  Second, You haven't hit me. Third, I can always tell
when cocky jock boys like you are into dick.  Too much staring.  Fourth,
you're a dead give away. You couldn't even fucking talk after I introduced
myself. Let alone keeping your eyes off of me. It's gaydar bro. I'm always
right."

I was again speechless, rock hard, frozen to the spot. I didn't know what
to do.  I've never been in this situation before.  I'm not getting
fucked. I'm a fucking virgin, with guys anyway. That dude would split me
open. Fucking huge muscles would suffocate me while I'm getting fucked.
Damn, I bet he can fuck like a machine. Damn.  What?  What am I thinking?
I don't know what's going on.  He's fucking with my head. I don't know what
to do.

Rob put his hand on the back of my neck and started to lead me away from
the group.  His hand was big and rough, tight grip, dominating.  It kind of
turned me on. This guy knows what he's doing.

"Where are we going?" I asked.

"To my room." He replied as he kept his hand on my neck, guiding me towards
the player's dorm.

"Oh. Um..I've never..." I stammered

"Don't worry about it kid.  If I'm right, in an hour you will be on your
back, legs up and I'll be balls deep in that hot ass."

"I...I..."  I took a deep breath and let it out slowly but loud. "I'm don't
think this is right. I'm not sure what's going on.  I've never been with a
guy, let alone getting fucked by one.  Shit."  I was so nervous now.  I
didn't want to get fucked. I mean I think I don't.  Do I? No. Damn he's so
fucking hot.

"Bro, you think I'm hot right?" He asked as he massaged my neck.

"Um..yeah.  I mean..." What the fuck.  He had me. I give up. "Yeah man,
you're smoking hot."

"I know.  Look at me. Look at you. We were meant to fuck.  I've got the
dick and you have the ass."

"I can't fucking believe this is happening." I started to sweat even more.

Rob laughed, "Believe it lil bro. You're going to be begging for my cock in
your ass.  Happens every time."

"We'll see."

"Every fucking time."

"Every time?"

Again Rob laughed, "Dude this isn't my first rodeo.  Every single camp
there is a hot stud like you who is in the closet, never been with a dude,
has a girlfriend, blah, blah, blah, but all they really want is a long,
hard cock in their ass and I'm here to give it to them.  The amount of tail
I get at these camps would floor you.  Guys you would never guess like to
swing on cock. You won the lottery lil bro. I chose you."  "There are
others you could have chosen?"

"Ah, yeah. You wouldn't know who but I do.  My gaydar is 100% all the
time."

"Does anyone on the team know about you?"

"A few.  It's on the down low.  Maybe you'll meet them. Besides, if the
whole team found out not one guy could do anything about it.  They know I
could kick their ass."

As we entered the hallway of his dorm, he moved his hand from my neck, down
my back and to my ass and grabbed a handful as he unlocked his door.  He
again led me in with his hand on my neck.  He locked the door and turned to
me.  "Fuck!  I can't wait to get in that ass.  So big, it's like a shelf."

He then took my face in both hands and pulled me in for a long hard
kiss. I've never kissed a guy before.  It was rough, masculine.  I could
feel the stubble on his square-cut jaw.  I could feel the strength of his
arms as he circled them around me and hugged me tight against his rock hard
body.

He stood back and ripped off my shirt, unbuttoned my shorts and let them
fall on the floor.

"Fuck, baby bro.  You are fucking stacked dude. How old are you again?"

"Sixteen."

"Fuck.  You're the hottest sixteen year-old I've ever fucked. You look at
least eighteen"

"How old are you?" I asked.

"I'll be Twenty soon." He kissed me again.

Rob stepped back and stripped off his shirt.  I was astonished for the
second time today.  The definition of his abs was unlike anything I've
seen.  His body was smooth and tan.  He then unbuttoned his tight jeans and
slid them to the floor and stepped out.  I knew his legs were amazing from
the tights he wore in training but holy shit, beautiful.

"Your body is so smooth," I said.

He ran his hands down his body, "I shave down.  Shows the definition
better. More streamlined. You like it?"

"Uh huh."

"Good.  You'll be shaving down soon.  You'll want to be smooth like me. You
want to look like me, right lil bro?"

He pulled me into a kiss again and then he pushed me backwards. I fell onto
the bed landing on my back.  Rob jumped on top of me and I grunted from the
weight.  We made out for what seemed like hours but I know it was only
minutes.

"Just lay back baby bro and let your big bro work on getting you ready to
take cock."

Over the next fifteen to twenty minutes Rob sucked my cock while at the
same time loosing my hole by fingering me with his long, rough fingers. At
first he finger fucked me with one finger and then graduated to two.  He
really knew what the fuck he was doing and I was going nuts with all the
new sensations.

"Fuck you are TIGHT!  Your hole is grabbing on tight, dude. Can barely get
my finger out." He was like a kid in a candy store.

I looked down at the handsome man as he fingered my hole and stroked my
cock. "How the fuck are you so good at this?"

"Easy.  I just pretend you're my girlfriend and finger you the same way.
Fucking drives her crazy. The difference is that I'm fingering your ass and
I know what button to hit."

"I don't....ughhhh... think I like being compared...Ahhh shit... to your
girlfriend, dude," I said in between bouts of intense pleasure.

Rob began fingering me a little bit faster. "Says the dude getting fingered
by a guy," he laughed. "Take it easy lil bro. You're all man. I don't fuck
sissy boys. Ain't no one suspects you like stuff in your ass."

"FUUCCKK!" I was insanely horny.  I could see his forearms flexing and the
cords of muscle pulsating as his hand started to jackhammer his fingers in
and out of my ass.

"DO NOT CUM." He stopped fingering me and put his free hand on my
throat. "I'm serious dude.  Don't cum until I tell you to. Got it?"
"Yeah." I replied out of breath.

He sat back and reached behind him, pulled open a drawer and took out a
bottle of lube.  He squeezed some onto his big dick, looked like a fucking
beer can, all the while sneering at me with his sexy lips. He fucking knew
he had me without any doubt.  That cocky fucker knew the minute we met that
he was going to get in my ass. Then I felt something cold on my hole, he
was drizzling lube onto my hole and working a finger in and out.

Rob put the bottle down, lifted my legs and rested them on his
shoulders. He scooted forward on his knees and leaned down, bringing my
knees down to my chest. He kissed me gently.

"See? Told you in one hour you'd be on your back and legs up." He
whispered, smiling.

I chuckled. "Yeah, I guess I am."

I felt his cock on my hole starting to push in. I closed my eyes and
clenched my teeth as I felt him slowly push inside.  It hurt like a
son-of-a-bitch. I started to breathe hard and fast, taking deep breaths.  I
suddenly put my hands on his hip-bones and pushed away, trying to expel his
cock from my ass.  The pain was too intense. The more I tried to push him
away, the deeper he dove.

"FUCK! It hurts, dude.  Dude, please." I squeezed my eyes shut and I could
feel tears welling up.

"Open your eyes." Rob commanded.  "I said, open your fucking eyes!"

I opened my eyes and he was staring into them.  Tears started to drip down
my cheeks. I clenched my eyes shut again but opened them quickly
remembering his command.

"I want to see the look in your eyes as I open you up for the first time.
Love seeing a dude's face all clenched and freaked out."  "Dude! Fuck!  I
can't do it.  I can't.  Please, take it out man."

"Not gonna happen lil bro. Fucking relax and it won't hurt so much. Push
out and I'll sink right in. Trust me."

I tried to relax, grunting to take every inch. I took his advice and pushed
out.  Then, "Oh my fucking god!" I yelled as he sunk in effortlessly all
the way to the root.

"There it is." Rob laughed.

It was fucking heaven.  He was inside me, balls deep and it was the most
amazing feeling ever.  He started to pull out a little bit and then push
in. I know I must have looked ridiculous with my mouth open, eyes wide and
moaning like a whore. Is this how chics felt when getting fucked?  It must
be. I looked up at the hulk above me and a look of ecstasy came across my
face.

"That's it babe.  That's it.  You're doing fine.  Yeah, you're doing fine.
I knew you would."

By now he was full on fucking me.  My knees were on my chest, Rob's tongue
was in my mouth and he was building up steam fucking me faster and faster.
All I could do is lay there and think this is the best day of my life.  I
want this all the time. I felt so full and the way his dick felt every time
it breached my hole was beyond anything I've ever felt.

"Fuck yeah bro, you were born to bottom.  Knew the first time I saw you.
You're ass in those fucking football pants. I knew you could take dick."

I continued to moan and writhe back and forth on the bed. I can't believe
how amazing I felt. I wanted to cum every time he hit my button inside my
ass. The most intense, adrenaline filled feeling came over me with each
pounding insertion.

He took my legs off his shoulders and they slid down the sides of his body,
my hamstrings landing on his bulging quads. He put his hands behind my head
and lifted me up slightly so he could wrap his arms around my back and hug
me close as he started to really pound into my tight ass. I reached up and
did the same, feeling his back muscles, tight and hard. All I could do was
lay there and take the intense fuck he was giving me.

He put his mouth to my ear, "You like that stud? You feeling good?"

In between staccato grunting with each ramming I answered,
"Yeah. Oh. Fuck. YES!  Fuck me, you hot fucker.  Come on and give it to me!
Fucking take my ass and own it dude!"

"Hold on you handsome fuck. I'm about to turn it up a notch." He reached
down, grabbed each of my ankles and spread my legs out wide, as wide as
they would go.  His biceps bulged as he held up my muscular legs out in the
air. Then he started to really fucking pound.  I looked up and marveled at
the sight.  Fucking biceps bulging, chest pumped, and his abs tight and
defined. His whole body was flush and sweaty as he moved his ass in and
out, rolling it around drilling in spirals into my upturned ass.  I looked
over at each of my tan, muscular legs and saw each hamstring stretched to
the limit, the muscle tight and bulging as they fought to withstand Rob's
hands pushing them out farther and farther.

"Fuck kid, you are flexible."  He was out of breath and sweat was dripping
off is forehead and onto my abs.

I couldn't even talk anymore.  I think I lost my voice with all the
screaming, yelling and fuck talk I was dishing back.

"You're so hot. Look at you man.  Hot, masculine, walking wet dream, on his
back, legs out and getting the shit drilled out of him," he said as he
licked one of my ankles.

"No dude, YOU'RE fucking hot.  FUCK!" All a sudden I had a revelation.  I
needed to know I was being fucked by a real man.  I needed to feel used.  I
loved knowing I was so hot that a guy like Rob HAD to fuck me.

"Rob, cum inside me.  Please I need to feel it."

Rob turned his head away from my ankle at whiplash speed. "FUCK YES, you
fucking slut!"

Slut.  I got even more turned on hearing that. He picked up the pace and
then his eyes got big, his mouth opened wide, he threw his head up and back
and let out a deafening half growl, half barbaric yell, "AGHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
I felt his cock pulsate and I could feel his load shooting into my gut.  He
stopped fucking me and just pushed in hard with every volley of seed he
uploaded into my butt.  I counted four slimy, warm loads all inside my
well-fucked hole.

He let go of my ankles and they dropped to the bed.  He fell forward onto
my chest, sweaty and out of breath.  I could feel that hot breath on my
neck as he struggled to recover from the hour of cardio we just did.  His
cock was still inside me.  It was still hard and it was warm.

"Can I cum now, dude?" I asked quietly.

He raised his head and kissed me on the cheek, "Yeah handsome, go for it."

I reached down and grabbed my stiff cock and started to stroke.  I felt him
saw his dick just the tiniest bit inside my ass.  I couldn't take it. The
fact that this gorgeous fucking man was still inside me, the fact that he
just used my body to get off, the way I feel right now, I couldn't hold
back. I let loose with a torrent of jizz that squirted all over Rob's abs,
my abs and seeped through my hand covering it with hot, sticky cum.

We both lay there for a long time.  He was still on top of me, resting on
my chest.  I could feel the warmth and weight of his body, the smooth skin
slid around on me because of all the wet, sticky cum that had puddled
between us.  I want this all the time.  Incredible man sex, all the time.

Rob raised his head up, his hands came up and he ran his fingers through my
wet, sweaty hair.  He grabbed onto a clump in each hand and went in for a
long, wet, forceful kiss, sucking on each other's tongues, trying to devour
each other whole.

He eventually rolled off beside me onto the bed, "Dude.  I can't even
fucking believe this shit.  That was the hottest fuck I have ever had in my
entire fucking life and I've fucked a lot of guys," he said as he ran his
hand over my abs.

I laughed a little, "Well it was my first time so I have nothing to compare
it to. However, I think I'm going to spend the rest of my life trying to
top it. I can feel you floating around in my ass dude."

"Yeah?  Fucking great isn't it?  You got my boys swimming around in your
gut."

"Fuck yeah I do.  Damn, if someone would have told me that I'd go to
football camp and find myself on my back, legs up and getting my ass
drilled by the hottest guy I've ever seen, I would have fucking hit them."

"Ha! That's my little man. I like'em scrappy.  Makes for a fucking hot time
in the sack."

I sat up and swung my legs off the side of the bed.  I spotted my clothes
strewn around the floor. I felt an arm around my waist pulling me back down
onto the bed.

"Where are you going handsome?  We're not done yet.  I'm getting ready for
round two."

"What?  Are you fucking kidding me?  I can barely sit up, man!"

"Well ok, if you want me to go find another muscle boy to be my fuck toy
for the next two weeks than I guess you can go. There's a few I have my eye
on."

I scrambled back to his side, "No! I'm good. I want more."

He smiled, "Of course you do, handsome. You're born to bottom."

"Heh, I guess so."

"How do you feel?  You've just had a taste of your new life."

" I don't know.  I mean I feel great.  I guess I just always pictured
myself as a top.  I'm really built, I'm kind of an asshole, I'm handsome,
your words not mine," I laughed, "I'm always Alpha dog in every aspect of
my life. I never would have guessed that I'd love taking it up the ass.  I
don't think I even want to top now. I just want more dick in my ass."

"I suggest topping a few times just to see what it's like.  You may like
it. I know if I were to bottom I'd want your studly body on top of me. It
takes a good top to be a good bottom and vice versa. Anyway, you're going
to do fine bro. Look at you.  You're going to get so much dick and cum in
your ass that you're gonna think your pregnant.  You can have anyone you
want with that body.  Just so you know, you're going to get a lot more
dudes wanting you to fuck them because of the way you look and act.  You
have the Alpha thing down.  You're intimidating. You're going to have to
find a dude who will top you and that won't be easy until you get to learn
the system."

"Hmmm... I think I will start slow."  I chuckled and I grabbed his hand and
intertwined our fingers.

"You don't live too far away right?" he asked.

"Nah, about twenty to twenty five minutes away. Why?"

"Cuz man, I've got another two years.  You're going to be my fuck toy
dude."

"Yeah?"

"Fuck yeah lil bro. And I'm going to get you so much cock you won't know
what to do with yourself."

"I'm going to be such a whore. I just know it," I said, feeling a little
uneasy.

"Let's hope so.  I think I created a monster! Bonus for me is that you are
going to attract a lot of hot bottoms that need a good, hard bone.

 All for me. Not to mention those bi-curious versatile dudes. I can fuck
them while they fuck you.  It's going to be so hot!"

"Three ways?"

"Or four ways, whatever, the more the merrier. I know some dudes that would
jump at the chance to fuck you and, of course, get fucked by me.  I only
fuck the best. You'll shit your pants, dude," he smiled.

"Fuck yeah." I was getting excited at the thought of being railed by hot
dudes like Rob.  All this was overwhelming but I didn't care.  I wanted
fucked.

"Ready for round two?" I asked.

"Are YOU ready for round two? This time doggie style and lots of hair
pulling."

"Mmmmm fuck yeah dude.  Fuck me."

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