Date: Tue, 9 Feb 2016 00:09:13 +0000
From: tom davis <underarmour001@hotmail.com>
Subject: Born To Bottom PART 2

Born to Bottom Part 2

Grant woke up late the next morning. He didn't know how he 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 him.

Grant stood up from his bed and he already felt his muscle tighten up. He
hadn't been this sore since his first day of football practice last
year. He began walking to the bathroom down the hall but he only got a few
steps through the room. His hole was fucking destroyed.  It was so sore and
he could feel it with every step.

"Holy fuck," he thought. "I can't believe this shit. Oh my god, my ass is
killing me."

Grant reached back and gently touched his hole with his index finger.

"Ouch!" He said out loud.  His hole was puffy and wet. Wet? He slowly
pushed his finger into his ass and felt Rob's warm jizz still in his
ass. When he pulled his finger out, a dribble of cum leaked out and slide
down his smooth inner thigh.

"Fuck me." Grant had never had this happen before and he started to
panic. "What the fuck do I do with this?" He said to no one in
particular. "I can't train with a gallon of cum in my ass. What if I can't
get it all out?"

Grant pulled himself together, padded down to the shower room and ran into
a stall hoping no one would come in.  Everyone should be at breakfast. He
expelled as much as he could until he was sure there was no more.

After dressing, Grant jogged down to the cafeteria but every step he could
feel his abused hole aching with every stride.  He saw Jack wave at him
from a corner table. Grant grabbed an apple and went and joined him.

"Dude. What time did you get in last night?"

"Dunno, 3:00?"

Jack had a big ole grin on his handsome face. "3:00? What the fuck were you
doing until 3 in the morning?"

Grant never thought ahead far enough to think he'd have to come up with a
reason he was gone all night. He couldn't rightly say, "Well buddy, I was
on my back all night getting plowed hard like a bitch by our training
coach."

"Drinking, hanging out."

"Oh.  I saw you leave with Rob. You hung out with him?"

"Yeah. He's a cool guy. Intense."

"Well I think he definitely likes you more than he likes me."

I looked up at him, heart racing. "Why do you say that?"

"He's so protective of you, dude. You guys just get along like he really is
your big brother. He was literally leading you off, with his hand on your
neck." Jake laughed.

Grant blushed and started to look around the room like he wasn't really
invested in the conversation, making it seem it wasn't important. Trying to
look distracted and waving to another guy on the team he replied, "Yeah
well, I guess he recognizes greatness when he sees it." He looked back at
Jack, smirked, then laughed.

Jack laughed too, punching Grant in the shoulder. "Fuck you brother. You're
great all right.  Great at being a dick."

They both made their way to the practice field where they started the day
with a five mile run. Grant was already feeling the regret of staying out
all night. At the same time, he really wanted that cock in his ass again.

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

"Gentlemen.  Good morning. How was your night?" He had the biggest dopiest
grin on his face.

"Good." Said Jack, shrugging his shoulders.

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

I looked at him, like a deer caught in the headlights. He stared into my
eyes.  I know I was blushing a million shades of red. My heart dropped into
my stomach. That really pissed me off. How dare he try to make me look
stupid in front of my friend. I felt like he was making fun of me, seeing
if I could come up with something off the top of my head. The fucker was
challenging me. I decided to be a dick right back to him.

"It was...uneventful." 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. "Uneventful," he stated. "Really? Well I guess
I need to do a better job of entertaining you."

Jack had a confused look on his face. "Um... is everything cool here? You
two hung out last night. You got back at three in the morning. Sounds like
you had fun to me. I guess you two have different definitions of fun."


Rob and I looked at each other. He eyes were definitely telling me I was in
trouble. I tried to hold the stare as long as I could. Challenging him.

Rob started to juggle the ball again. "Well I guess next time I'll just
take CONTOL and POUND some fun into that pretty little head and then we'll
see what COMES up, PRETTY boy."

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, showing him what I got and I have
control over what I do with it.

"Well, I'm not easily controlled, but you can give it your best shot,
cupcake."

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

Rob turned and watched Rob leave and then spun back around to me. He looked
at me and whispered, "I'll show you "uneventful" you little bitch." With
that he thrust the football into my chest, knocking me back a few feet.

"Don't do that to me in front of other guys, you prick. People are going to
find out if you keep playing games like that. You got off seeing me
squirm." I thrust the football back to him.

"Squirm? Like you did last night while I was eight inches deep in your
fucking jock pussy? If you want more of that, and I know you do, you better
drop the sissy-bitching, stop being such a girl about it."

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

"After training, meet me at my place."

I stopped and spun around. "Why should I?"

He grinned that sexy grin at me again. "That's cute." he said, then his
face went serious. He stuck his pointed finger into my chest. "Because I
told you to."

Before I could say anything he stopped me. "Be there after training. Do not
test me and don't pretend you don't want to. I know what you want, I know
what you need. You've had a taste of what it's like to get owned."

I stood up straight, stuck my chest out in defiance.

He stepped closer, whispered even quitter. "Keep it up, muscle boy. I'm not
above a grudge fuck. In fact, they're my favorite. You're a little bitch
now and you know it. You can strut around here pretending you're a real man
chasing pussy, acting butch but in the sheets you're a fucking cunt.  I'm
betting by the end of this first week you'll be begging to get fucked, you
wont be able to get enough dick. I'm the man to give it to you. Be good and
I'll share. Be at my room after training."

I stepped back. I was so fucking aroused right now. A rush of adrenaline
shot up my spine and into my head. I looked over at Jack who was
preoccupied.

"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 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 jock-bitches.  He
then put his hand on my shoulder. "I know that was hard for you.  I know
you've never had to apologize for anything in your life because of who you
are and what you look like. You'll get over it, dude.

We started to walk towards Jack to get my helmet. As we were walking Rob
leaned over and quietly said, "I'm going to destroy your hole."

I smiled.



After eight hours of intense training, a long hot shower and a short walk
to Rob's, 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.

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.  I was hearing moans and curse
words spew from my mouth like no other time in my life. At times Rob was
grinning and sneering his upper lip, getting into the fuck, using all his
strength to do his best to not make this fuck "uneventful." I knew I was
going to pay for that.

It wonder how strange it would look to anyone who would have walked in on
us. I mean to see a big, tall, ripped up, muscular teenager bouncing up and
down, straddling another dude, had to look weird...or fucking the hottest
thing ever.  I have a feeling seeing Rob fuck me, ME, a masculine,
athletic, hot as hell lady's man getting the hell fucked out of him would
turn even the straightest guy.

Suddenly the thought of being watched sent a tingle through him. He had a
beautiful body, who wouldn't get turned on watching him get pounded. The
ultimate submission.  Getting nailed by another stud and using his body to
get guys off. He wanted that. He wanted his body to be used to get guys
off.

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

"Oh yeah baby!" Rob grunted. "Fuck yeah baby. Squeeze that muscle-pussy
around my cock. OH, oh man." 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 fucking hot
boy." He reached up, grabbed the back of my neck and pulled me down into a
deep, deep kiss.

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 little slut bitch.

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

"Oh babe. 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 babe, maybe ever. You
didn't cum yet?"

"No! It's ok.  I don't have to. Knowing I got you off, knowing you used my
body to get yourself off, that's enough for me. I fucking love it when you
call me babe, baby. As long as you get your nut, I'm a happy man...boy.

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

I slowly started bouncing up and down while gyrating my ass.

He ran his hands down the tops of my muscular quads. "In a way I can't
believe this. I saw you come onto the field yesterday morning and I about
shit my pants.  I couldn't believe they made 16 year olds like you. I saw
you and I almost thought I wasn't going to be able to conquer you.  The way
you carry yourself babe. It's hot.  So confident, so sure of yourself. So
fucking beautiful. No one would ever guess you like to be fucked like a
whore." He chuckled. "Fuck, listen to me. I sound like a fucking girl."

"Trust me, you can never sound like a girl." I slowly came to a rest,
loving the feeling of his cock pushing on my nut.

"No dude, you don't understand.  You're the first dude I thought I may not
be able to get. Then, you got so fucking shy, so fucking cute. You couldn't
even look me in the eye." He laughed again.

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

"I know I look hot dude. Look at me." 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 muscle-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 babe, that's the fucking good
stuff. Breaking open a stud like you is prime."

"Yeah, yeah. I'm a stud. I'm hot. I'm a bitch. I get it. I would be into me
too if I were a top like you. I never expected any of this to happen.  Two
weeks at football camp. That's it. Make some friends. Go home and go back
to the grind of pretending to like pussy."

"Well one thing's for sure. You're making a friend. And before you go home,
there are a few more friends you'll be making."

"Yeah?" My dick started to get even harder.

Rob saw this and smirked. "Ohh, I see how this is going to work. You like
the idea of meeting more guys don't you? Gets you off? Fuck, I've created a
fucking monster." He laughed.

"I dunno, 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 if feels like
with just you, I can only imagine what if feels like with more of you."

I noticed Rob's cock getting harder and growing inside my ass.

"Oh baby. 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 gonna
fucking love you."

"Mmmm, oh fuck. Rob, that gets me so fucking horny.  Makes me want to get
fucked hard."

Rob began to pump faster up into me. "I know it does, babe. That's why
you're here on this earth.  The reason you look the way you do.  The reason
you act the way you do. The reason you're built the way you are.  It's to
serve and satisfy real men like me. I've known I was this way forever.  You
knew you were going to be this way, you just needed a little push."

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

"You want another load inside you, baby?"

"Ah fuck yeah, Rob. Please, 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 with out removing his dick from my hole.

"Assume the position, muscle-boy."

I knew from last night what his favorite position was. I raised my legs up
and out. My tan, flexing muscular legs floating in mid-air to our sides, my
abs and hip flexors working over time 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 and 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 your
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 him, who knows how many others like him I can get. Fuck, I'm only
16 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. I am going to be a slut.


The next day was more of the same.  Train, fuck, sleep. The next few days
were like that. Sometimes it was fuck, train, fuck, sleep, fuck. I think
Rob was actually getting tired out. Now, I was the one who wanted to fuck
constantly.  I couldn't get enough. At one point he had to tell me
"No. Dude stop. I need to rest for a while. Fuck! You're really turning
into a whore." That just made me even more hornier.

The weekend came around and after Friday training we were free, more or
less, for the next two days. I hung out with Jack most of Friday afternoon
and into the evening. There was a party we were invited to by some of the
coaching team members who were staying at a frat house just off campus for
the summer. We were definitely going. Not that I had a choice. Rob told me
I had to go. Hell, as long as he was there, I'd go anywhere he told me
to. He gave me implicit instructions with a bag of clothing. "I want you
wearing these clothes tonight for the party."

I took the bag and went back to my room. I showered and opened the bag and
dumped it onto the bed.  I was kind of scared.  I was scared he was going
to make me wear something obscene.  There was a note inside. "Wear these
and it will be worth it. Don't come if you're not wearing them."

On the bed was a pair of faded jeans, t-shirt and a ball cap. Ok, well this
doesn't seem to bad. I put the jeans on and immediately I knew why he
wanted me to wear them.  I could barely get them over my thighs. They had
had to be 2 sizes to small. I grabbed hold of the waistline and pulled as
hard as I could. The slowly slid up over my thighs and up to my butt. I
jumped up and down while pulling the jeans up at the same time. Slowly but
surely they slid up over my ass. Luckily I have a tiny waist and buttoning
them was no problem. I turned to the mirror and I loved what I saw. Painted
on jeans, hugging every muscle, every curve of my buffed out body. The best
part was standing sideways to the mirror and seeing my plump, muscle butt
sticking out behind me like a shelf. The jeans were so tight I could see
the dimples of my ass cheek.

I grabbed the shirt which was an athletic-gray, Underarmour compression
t-shirt, had the Titan logo on the chest like a superhero. I brought it
down over my head and that too, I realized, was way smaller than it should
be. I know it's compression but damn, it was like he got it at Baby Gap. I
pulled it down over my torso and it slid down my stomach and ended just
short of my belt. The short sleeves couldn't restrain my hard, baseball
sized biceps. It hugged my built up traps and accentuated my plate-like
pecs. The hottest part was you could see every ab and every oblique right
thought the shirt, it was so tight.

I slipped on my Nike trainers, although it was tough to do since I could
hardly bend over in those tight jeans. I stood up in front of the mirror
and added the finishing touch, the ball cap. It was navy blue with the
words Titan Football on the front.

 As he stood in front of the mirror, he couldn't believe the hotness he was
seeing. The ball cap added that extra fratboy, jock, body obsessed, worked
out look, which he could have pulled off with out it, but he was turned on
by it at the same time. He was the epitome of an athlete, a jock, of
masculinity, a teenage football player with the body of a man. He started
to get hard looking at himself.  The tight clothes left nothing to the
imagination. He was dressed to show off his body, to show what he was made
of, to advertise his wares, to whore himself to the hottest guy in the
room. He turned again to look at his sculpted ass and he felt his hole
twitch. Now he understood why Rob picked out these clothes. Yeah, he was
getting fucked tonight.

About that time the door opened and Jack walked in. "Hey bro, you ready
to...Whoa! Dude."

"What?"

"I didn't recognize. The hat. You look...bigger."

"Yeah, it's the clothes."

"Ah, yeah. They're... tight."

"Yeah, I guess they are a little tight."

"A little tight? Dude, it looks like you're just wearing body paint."

"Well, I think I'm pulling it off."

Jack laughed and rolled his eyes, "Yeah man, if anyone can pull it off, you
can."  Jack gave him a slap in the back. "Damn, like hitting rock."

Grant got a twinge in his cock when his friend said his muscles were like
rock. Now he knew he was a force to be reckoned with.

Jack opened the door and held it open for Grant, "Alright, Superman, stop
looking at yourself and let's go. There are going to be bitches there and
I'm getting laid."

"Sweet, bro!" Grant mocked.

Grant laughed to himself. "Yep, there is going to be a hot bitch there,
ME."


They arrived at the frat party fashionably late. The music was thumping,
beer was flowing, most everyone was already hammered. Jack saw the keg and
made a bee-line straight to it leaving Grant standing in the foyer, alone.
He was glad he was taller than most guys in the house, it made it easier to
look for Rob over all these people. He couldn't find him, he scanned back
and forth and just saw a wall of people dancing and jumping around.

Grant stopped scanning and realized everyone in his general vicinity was
staring at him. He looked at them and then looked down at his own body. He
smiled to himself. They must be checking me out.  All of them. A girl
standing next to him reached over and ran her hand over his abs.

"Holy fuck. Those are real." She squealed.

"Let me feel," said another girl as she too ran her hands over Grants
granite abs.

Grant grinned, loving the attention he was getting. Soon he had a group of
girls around him running their hands over his body, stroking his chest,
squeezing his biceps, lots of ohh's and ahh's.

He also noticed the guys standing around weren't too keen on the girls
paying him so much attention.  One of the guys, an average height dude,
cute as hell with light brown messy hair, blue eyes, and built as fuck,
stepped over to him.  He held out his hand to shake. Grant took hold and
gripped the dudes hand nice and solid.

"Whoa, that's quite a grip dude. I'm Mike."

"Hey, sorry about that. Grant."

"Nice to meet you, Grant." Mike kept shaking his hand, holding it a little
too long he thought. Mike looking intensely into his eyes.

"I ain't seen you around here." Mike commented in a challenging way.

Grant started to get nervous but then remembered what he looked like in the
mirror and he was intimidating as fuck. No one was going to mess with him.

"No, I'm here for football camp."

Mike's eyes got big. "You mean the high school football camp?"

"Yeah, that's the one."

"Dude, how old are you?"

"16."

Mike smiled and then looked him up and down. "Damn, boy. You're only 16 and
you look like that? Man, you must be a handful." Mike gave him a pat on the
shoulder and squeezed it, "A real handful."

Grant swore the guy was stroking his shoulder while checking out his chest
and abs.

"Hey, Grant, come with me, I want to introduce to some buddies of
mine. They aren't going to believe you."

He took hold of my elbow and pulled me through the crowd toward the back of
the house.  I got a chance to survey the hot stud pulling me through the
rooms. Wide shoulders, thick neck, small waist and one of the nicest asses
I've ever seen.

We walked outside the back door onto a stone patio. "Hey Ford!" Mike yelled
and waved at a small group of guys standing off the side of the patio. They
guy named Ford gave him a nod. Mike pulled me over to the group of guys who
were standing in a circle smoking pot.

"Hey guys, I want you to meet Grant."

Wow, these dudes were hot. Three jocks, stereotypical looking, jeans,
trainers, football team t-shirts, not as tight as mine, just regular
shirts. A couple had ball caps on. They filled out their t-shirts well,
each one had a body as athletic and muscular as the next.

One by one they shook his hand. Ford, Joe and Andy. "Nice to meet you." I
said.

Mike was almost too giddy to continue.  "Guys, this guy is only 16!"

Ford stepped forward, "Damn. What the hell are they feeding you? Bull cum?"
Everyone started laughing.

I chuckled, "Nah, just hard work, dedication."

Joe took a joint out of his mouth. "Dedication huh? I'm sure some of that
is good genes."

Andy walked around me, sizing me up. He was about 6 feet tall with a
Crossfit body. Real lean and tight.

"What do you think Andy? You think its good genes?"

Andy stood close behind me, I could feel his breath on my neck. "Oh yeah,
he has good genes, but not DNA, he just has good JEANS." I felt a hand on
my ass, stroking and squeezing. "Real fucking good jeans. What do you think
Ford?"

I tensed up. I didn't know what was happening. I didn't hate it.  I just
don't like not knowing what's going on.

The area we were standing was out of the light of the house. Somewhat dark
but light enough to see by the streetlights that bordered one of the back
yard fences.

Ford stepped around the back of me. Squeezed my bicep, ran his hand down my
back to my ass. With both hands he squeezed my cheeks and gently thrust his
groin into my ass. "I think you're right, Andy. I've never seen such good
jeans on a dude. And only 16. Nice."

I was a little speechless but at the same time extremely turned on. "Guys?"
Ford put his hands on my hips and pulled me back into his dick. "Guys, I'm
looking for Rob. You seen him?"

Mike took a joint from Joe and took a puff. "Oh yeah, we've seen Rob. He's
running a little late.  He's... indisposed at the moment." All the guys
started to chuckle.

Ford took the joint. "More like balls deep inside another hot ass from
football camp." They laughed again.

"Another? Who?" I asked, a little perturbed. A small streak of jealousy
maybe.

Andy crushed his beer can with both hands and threw it off to the
side. "Who the fuck knows. We can't keep up anymore.  We get his sloppy
seconds. The dude gets more tail. His dick is gonna fall off one of these
days."

"Fuck off Andrew. You're just jealous and you know it." Ford grabbed my
crotch. "If you're his sloppy seconds, then I want thirds too."

I was getting hard in my tight jeans. I guess I looked a little
disappointed because Ford cupped my chin, "What? Did you think you were the
only one? The only young, sexually confused, jock-stud he beds down? Let's
just say he usually ends up breeding 3 or 4 of you little muscle-queers at
each camp. He just fucking knows which ones you are. He's good."

"So how did you know about me? How did you know who I was when I came here
tonight?"

Joe took another hit. "Because Rob told us. He said there would be a hot
guy, stacked, wearing skin tight jeans and a ball cap. Like a whore showing
off your body. He told us to keep you company until he's finished. He says
you, my boy, can really take a fuck, the perfect bitch.  Is it true, bitch?
Can you take a nice, hard fuck? "

I blushed. I knew for sure now what I was here for. I was the whore for
these guys.  I was finally getting what I wanted. I was going to get filled
by all these guys while they get off on my body. Fuck yeah! All at once my
inner slut stuck in the body of an alpha male surfaced.  My cocky
confidence took over. These guys were going to get the fuck of their lives.

I folded my massive arms in front of my chest, took a wide stance, towered
over these boys. "You bet I can. I can take a fuck like no other. Look at
me. See this body? See this ass?  This ass was built to take cock. I was
born to be the best bottom any top can handle. So, I ask you, are you all
up to the task of fucking my bitch ass, cuz I can guarantee I'll outlast
you. All of you."

They were all quiet.  Four hot jocks, mouths open, speechless until Mike
slowly raised his hand as if he were in grade school, "Yes, Please."

"Then let's go. Oh yeah, I almost forgot. No condoms. I fucking hate
condoms."

I think Ford came in his pants right then and there.


I was lead to the attic of the frat house. It was a huge space with two
rooms side by side. Ford opened the door and I looked in. It had a bed at
one end and no other furniture. The hardwood had carpets rugs spread about
and there were clothes and uniforms scattered all around. Who ever lived
here was a slob.

As I was entering the room I heard the door of the other room open and
shut. I glanced over and was surprised to see my buddy Sean stumbling out,
buttoning his pants and fiddling with his belt. Sean was on my team, tight
end, amazing body, light skinned black kid, an ass to die for. He had alot
of attitude so sometimes he was hard to get along with. He was very
arrogant but then he did have the talent and the looks to back it up. You
should see this boy in white football pants...damn.

"Sean? Hey man."

Sean looked up, a shocked look on his face. He looked like he'd seen a
ghost. He looked at the four guys with me and then back down, fastening his
belt.

"Hey, Grant.  What...What's up?

"What are you doing up here, Sean?"

"Nothing. I'm just hanging out."

The four jocks started snorting and laughing.

I looked at them and then turned back to Sean.

"Just hanging out? By yourself?"

Sean started to sweat and he headed to the stairway. The door he just came
out of opened. Rob stepped out holding a wad of red fabric and flung it at
Sean, hitting him in the face.

"You forgot your underwear, baby."

Sean caught them as they dropped from his face. He was stunned. He looked
at me with a pleading expression. BUSTED and he knew it. He must be one of
Rob's other butt-boys. I did not see that coming.

"Dude," Sean started to plead. "Please, you can't say anything. Please,
I'll do anything."

"Oh, you've already done everything, handsome." Rob said.

Sean looked at him and then me. He scrunched up the lycra underwear into a
ball in his fist. "FUCK! Serious, don't tell any one. I won't get that
scholarship."

I smiled at him. I strolled over to Rob and put my arm around his
shoulders.

"Dude. What the fuck do you think I'M doing here?"

"What?... Huh?.... Oh shit! You too!" He was excited to know he had a
comrade in arms.

"Yeah bro. Been getting nailed every night since I got here."

"Oh my fucking god dude, the last two nights for me. I would never would
have guess you're into dick."

"Likewise, stud. Well, if you will excuse me, I'm about to get gang banged
by five smoking hot football jocks."

Sean became erect. "REALLY?"

"Yep. When you're ready to play with the big boys, let us know."

We walked in, Rob following. Before he closed the door he turned back to
Sean, "Same time tomorrow night. Slut."


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