Date: Sun, 10 Apr 2016 06:43:25 +0000
From: tom davis <underarmour001@hotmail.com>
Subject: Born to Bottom  Part 4

Born to Bottom Part 4

Grant eventually found his way back to his dorm room around ten in the
morning. Fucked out and exhausted, he just wanted to crawl into bed and go
to sleep.

He shuffled into his room after fumbling with the lock. Jack was laying on
his bed with his earbuds in and texting. Jack looked up at Grant and his
white teeth gleamed in a big grin.

"DUDE! What happened to you? You look like shit." He asked laughing.

Grant smiled as he skinned off his shirt. "Fuck you. I FEEL like shit too."

"What the fuck did you do last night, man? Stumbling your ass in here at
10:00 in the freakin morning. Player!"

Grant tossed his shirt at Jack, hitting him in the face. "Dude, I don't
even want to talk about it," Grant said. Grant, again, forgot to come up
with a back-story. He sat down on his bed, kicked off his shoes and peeled
his skin tight jeans down his muscular legs, leaving him in his tiny boxer
briefs.

"Come on, man! I want details!" Jack was still holding Grant's shirt. Then
he started to sniff the air around him, looking confused.  He then brought
the shirt up to his face. "Dude, shirt smells like cum. Gross." He threw it
back at Grant.

Grant caught it, sniffed it and tossed it on the floor. He was getting
nervous and his face flushed red. "What can I say? I cum like Old
Faithful."

Jack rolled his eyes. "The way you were dressed last night you were
obviously on the prowl for pussy. Looks like you got some. Funny, I don't
know how when there aren't any chics around here.

"I got my ways, Jacky-boy." Grant said, cocky and confident but inside
scared as shit he would be found out. If Jack only knew that right now his
ass was so full of cum, how sore he was because of all the manhandling and
the different positions he found himself in last night. His throat was raw
from all the screaming and yelling he did while getting pummeled by
cock. And if he only knew that he was getting regularly bred by their own
training coach.

"I don't know how you fucking do it, dude. Every night you're out late and
come back the next morning looking like you've been beat down and you STILL
kick ass on the field."

Grant crawled under his blanket. "Dunno, dude. Can't help it.  I'm a
machine."

Grant slept comatose for the next 5 hours.

Time for the gym.  He had slept like a rock, showered and tried to expel as
much cum as possible. He wanted to sleep with all that jizz in his ass. He
had dirty sex dreams, remnants of last night. The cum in his ass made him
feel slutty. It made him feel used and it made him feel sexy. He slid on
his compression shorts, tight t-shirt and trainers, looked the mirror and
whistled, "Damn. I'd fuck me, " and headed to the gym.

He made his way to the football team's training gym. The equipment it had
was beyond amazing. It had every kind of machine, free weight and cardio
machine he had ever seen.  All state-of-the-art.  It had an Olympic sized
pool, saunas and hot tubs. The locker room was luxurious like a 5-star
hotel.

The weight room was busy.  Guys all getting their pump on before going out
and partying that evening. Loud music reverberating through the built-in
sound system.  Lots of laughter and comradery. About half they guys from
his team were there and half of the trainers.  Grant tried not to look
desperate as he scanned the room for Rob. He was hoping to see him there
today, maybe make some plans for later.

Since he was going out again tonight, he wanted to get every muscle in his
body pumped and hard.  He wanted to look his best before he went out
tonight.  He wanted to find more cock.

He spent the first hour just shaking off his hang-over, moving in
slow-motion through his workout.  His blood starting pumping after he
caught a glance of himself standing sideways in the mirror. Damn, what an
ass he has. His waist was so small, it created a natural arch in the small
of his back that made his ass stick out like a small shelf. He ran his hand
over his abs as he looked at himself, his arms flexing, his quads and ass
fighting to break through the compression shorts. His blood felt warm as it
coursed faster through his veins. He felt a twinge in his dick and it
started to harden.

Shit. Getting boned just looking at myself. Not here. Not in the
gym. Shit. Gotta think of something else.

He grabbed some eighty pound dumbells and proceeded to pump out 10 reps,
his eyes closed, concentrating on the rep and the contraction of the
muscle.  He slammed the weights down and switched over to a lat-pulldown
machine and threw down 10 reps, alternating between sets without
stopping. His heart rate was high, he could feel his pulse thumping.

He was racking his weights when he looked in the mirror and spotted Sean
across the room leaning on a leg extension machine, stretching his quad.
Sean was slowing scanning the room, nodded at a teammate and continued
stretching. His glance fell on Grant, looked away, then looked again. They
shared eye contact and Sean immediately averted his eyes. Grant was still
watching him. Sean slowly looked up again at Grant and quickly averted his
eyes again.  This amused Grant. He decided to play the game.  He felt he
had something on Sean now. Leverage. Locking his stare on Sean, burning
into his head like he had heat-vision. Sean looked up again and this time
he met Grant's eyes and then looked around to see if anyone was watching
him. He looked back again at Grant, held the gaze and gave a subtle nod.
Grant nodded back. It was so funny. They were sharing a secret.  A secret
that in no way either of them wanted to get out. Sean and Grant have never
been friends, just teammates. Sean was kind of a dick. He was a fighter.
He liked to get into fights, throw his weight around. He was mouthy and
cocky.  Grant just didn't feel the need to hang out with him.  Grant
thought it was shame since Sean was fucking hotter than shit. Light, mocha
skin, ripped muscles, biceps like baseballs, legs like sculpted
granite. Grant tried to befriend him at first just because he thought he
was so hot. Sean was such a dick that he decided to just admire him from a
far.

Grant moved over to the squat rack and loaded up a bar.  Sean stood up
straight, took a breath and then started to walk towards Grant.

Here he comes. Damn, look at him.  Hot fucker.

 Grant watched him through the mirror. Big, tall, 200 pounds of muscle
stretched his tight, red t-shirt, he wore matching red leggings with the
team logo on the thigh, looked like they were painted on his muscular
thighs.  He looked tough.  He looked like someone not to be messed with. He
looked mad but then he always looked mad.

Sean made his way over to the rack, picked up a plate and loaded up the
other side of the bar.

"Mind if a work in?" Sean asked, monotone.

"Sure, dude. I'll go first." Grant said as he moved under the bar and
assumed squat position.  He looked in the mirror at Sean. Sean looked
back. "I'm going for 15.  Just a warm up. Light weight."

"Cool."

Grant stepped forward and started his set. As he went to the low position,
his ass protruded out and flexed as he pushed the weight back up to a
standing position. He was on rep 10 and he looked in the mirror at Sean who
was standing a few feet back, staring at his ass. He couldn't take his eyes
off of it.  Once again, Grant was amused.  It's like they were thinking the
same thing but couldn't say it out loud.  They were communicating
telepathically.

Grant racked the weight and stepped away from the rack. Sean took his place
and pumped out 15 reps.  Grant found himself staring at Sean's ass as well.
It looked like to bowling balls in his leggings.  Tight, round and
hard. Sean finished his set and stepped out.

"Add?" Sean asked.

"45's" Grant answered.

As Grant was about to finish his last set, he strained to lift the heavy
weight.  He flexed his ass hard to move the weight, so hard that when he
bore down he felt it. He had expelled more cum out of his hole. The cum
started to seep thought the thin, tight compression shorts until he had a
small wet spot that could be seen when his ass was pushed out. Sean saw it,
his eyes widened and he kept staring. He looked at Grant in the mirror,
eyes still wide. Grant racked the weight. His face turned red, he smiled
and looking at Sean through the mirror, shrugged his shoulders, silently
saying "Eh, that's what happens when you get fucked." Sean smiled and took
his last turn at the rack.  They finished their squats, each one obviously
watching the other the whole time. Hardly any words spoken.

The weight room had gotten a little less busy. Grant scanned the room in
the mirror. No one was near.

"Dude." Grant said.

Sean looked down. "I know."

"I'm not gonna tell anyone.  You know that right?" Said Grant.

Sean lifted his head slightly. His eyes looked up at him, making him look
evil. "I'm sure as hell ain't telling anyone either. I got a rep."

"No problem.  Just making sure we're good."

"How can I trust you, dude."

"What? Dude, why would I tell anyone? If I did, then I would out myself
too."

"Yeah.  Yeah, ok. Makes sense. Just want to keep things on the down-low
which is hard when YOU are the one squirting jizz out your hole in public."

Grant smiled.

Sean's model handsome face once again scanned the room.  He moved closer.
His gray eyes, his thick, black eye brows, square jaw, Grant wanted to kiss
him. Sean lowered his voice to a whisper.

"How long you been taking dick?" Sean whispered as if someone could hear
him on the other side of the room.

"My first time, man." Grant shrugged again.

"Yeah? No shit?"

"No lie."

"You tellin me this was your first time and you took five guy's last
night?"

"Well, like I said last night.  Rob's been fucking me since Monday. I guess
he loosened me up."

"Damn.  You must be a natural."

"Why? Because I can take so much dick?"

"Because you can take that much dick the same week you lose your cherry. I
had to wait a week after I lost mine."

"Wait, you weren't cherry before we got here?"

Sean chuckled. "Nah, dude. Been doing this for a while now. I thought I was
good, taking Rob's hard fucks for hours.  But then you come along and
you've already had your first gang bang a week after you gave up your ass."

"Wow. Dude. That's so hot.  I mean, you of all people, I would have never
thought."

"Speak for yourself, bro.  If I had known that you liked dick we would have
become friends sooner."

Grant laughed quietly. "Well, Sean.  You ARE kind of a dick."

Sean smiled. "I know. I'm just trying to keep my rep solid.  Throw people
of the scent."

"Huh. Well I've seen you throw down. I think your rep is good."

"Ya know, I've had my eye on you for a long time. You're prime, dude. But I
was so hoping you were a top."

"HA! That sounds so fucked up coming from your mouth. If I knew you were
into dudes I would bet my life you were a top."

"Nah dude.  I like to be thrown around by a big dude.  Love a muscular dude
on top of me, the weight, ya know?"

"Yeah.  I totally get it. I've never topped so I have nothing to compare it
to.  I mean, I guess its kind of girly, getting fucked by a dude but for
some reason it feels...right."

"Yeah that's cuz you're a bitch, dude.  I don't mean that in a bad way.
You like being a dude's bitch. It actually makes you feel more masculine
because you know you're tough enough to take a cock, hell, FIVE cocks in
your case.  You the man, bro!" Sean raised his fist and Grant met him in a
fist bump.

Grant laughed.  "I never ever thought I would ever be fist bumping another
dude about getting fucked in the ass."

Sean laughed.  "I know, right? Fuck, it's great to know I finally found a
buddy into the same thing." Sean looked at his watch. "Hey, lets go
somewhere where we can talk. I want to compare notes on Rob. Also, I'm
starting to get boned in these tights and that's not a good idea here in
the gym."

Grant grinned. "Yeah. Let's go."

They left the complex and walked through the quad to the practice
field. They sat on the bleachers, both looking around, scouting the area
for anyone hanging around. They were alone.

They were laughing and giggling like school girls. Swapping stories and
techniques.

"...and you walked out of Rob's room and I about shit!  Should have seen
your face when you saw me with those four guys. Pricless."

"My face? I thought your head was going to explode!" said Sean as he
slapped Grant on the back.

"Dude, more than just my head exploded last night. And it was all in my
ass. And what's up with those tiny little briefs Rob threw at you,
dude. That's not gay or anything." Grant said sarcastically.

"Hey. First of all, Rob made me wear them. He likes me in them. Says they
make my ass look hot. Second of all, I do look fucking hot in those little
things."

"Yeah, I bet you do.  So you're not new to this."

Sean smiled. "Nah dude. I've been fucking around with dudes since
Jr. High."

Grant could only imagine a younger Sean getting nailed by some other boy at
school. "Who?"

"You can't tell, bro." Sean paused. "Mr. Thompson."

"WHAT? The swim coach?"

"Yeah, man. You think he was hot in a speedo? You should see him with my
legs up on his shoulders."

"Fuck! I had no fucking clue. He was so hot!"

"Still is. We still hook up. When he can get away from the wife."

"Damn, bro. Who else?"

Sean chuckled. " Let's see, eighth grade was Mr. Thompson. Some other guys
on the team I met through him.  Freshman year, got into football. Again,
keep your mouth shut...Dylan McKay."

"Dude, he was a senior. Homecoming King! Fucking to die for!"

"I know! Hot huh? He liked to nail me inside his truck.  We'd workout
together in the weight room, then he would fuck me in his truck before
driving me home. Then there was Sam Bratton, Tim Welch, Brian Wells, Rusty
Hanks..."

"Dude! Stop, you're killing me right now.  Those were all seniors.  All
football players. All had girlfriends."

"We all have girlfriends, duh. They were all boning me on the DL.  Oh I
almost forgot, Donny Jenkins."

"The cheerleader? He was really gay, dude."

"And hot as fucking hell.  Guy cheerleaders are usually gymnasts too."

"Ok, I'll give you that.  That little queer had a nice tight body.  Wait,
he topped you?"

"Hells yeah, bro! He may be super gay but can that boy fuck! The shit his
body can do. And sometimes I think him acting all queer was an act. When he
was fucking me, he turned on a switch. He became this butch motherfucker
who could throw me around and call me a bitch for hours.  I think he gets
off on people thinking he's a meek little fag but he knows he's boning one
of the hottest dudes in school. He loved that. Seeing me below him made
that boy feel like a real man. He treated me like a bitch and I fucking
liked it."

They were both silent for a moment. Both thinking about what all has
transpired.

"God, I love being bred." Sean said as he leaned back on the bleacher
resting on his elbows.

"Right?"

"Yeah. All that fucking DNA injected into my gut. A hot, muscular jock,
holding my legs up, fucking the hell out of me...Fuck! Nothing like it."
Sean started rubbing his cock through his leggings.

"So hot, dude. Rob really broke me in.  Seeing him above me, rutting into
me, telling me how hot I am, calling me his bitch. I could cum without
touching myself right now." Grant said as he rubbed his on crotch.

"Love it when a hot dude calls me his bitch.  Dude owns my ass when he says
that.  Means I'm a hot motherfucker if another hot dude wants to punch his
cock in my hole."

"Dude, you so get it, bro!" Grant said as they fist bumped again.

Sean looked at Grant's hand stroking his cock. "Know what would be hot,
dude?"

"Huh?"

"You and me. Side by side. Making out while we are both getting
plowed. Sucking the same dick while we get fucked. Watching each other just
get destroyed."

Grant let out a short laugh. "That's what Rob said to me the first
night. `I'm going to destroy your hole.'"

"That must me his go to.  Said the same thing to me. Luckily for me, my
hole was destroyed a long time ago."

"Did Rob know right away about you?" Grant asked.

"Oh yeah. There was no way he couldn't.  I was staring at his beautiful
body the moment I saw him.  He just nodded to me and smiled, that's all I
needed.  We hooked up at lunch that day in the training center. Sneaked off
to some room that he knew of. Got in the room and he had me up against the
wall, dick in my ass in seconds. Dude wasted no time."

"Daaammnn. He had me pegged but I'm too new to all this.  I was just
fucking stepping all over myself when I was close to him.  He knew
instantly too. The first night at the mixer we hooked up in his room.  He
knew what I wanted and he was right. Hurt so bad, hurt so good."

"What about those dudes from last night? Those hot football frat boys?"
Sean asked with a grin.

"Huh...well, I guess Rob sort of...pimped me out to them."

"Fuck! No way! That's fucking hot as hell dude!"

"Yeah it was. I didn't know what to think of it at first.  He sent over a
bag of clothes for me to wear. Sexy clothes that showed off my body.  Then
when I met them all at once, I knew what was happening."

"And you didn't freak out?"

"I should have, I guess. But something took over and all I wanted to do was
get fucked. I craved it, dude. I actually craved getting boned by a group
of guys.  Made me feel..."

"Slutty."

"Yeah. Slutty. I just wanted all them to use me to get themselves off."

"Yep. Same with me. I want them to use my body, get off on my muscles, make
them want to fuck me.  I like to hang out with them in public, both of us
studs, showing off, nobody knowing I'm getting my ass plugged but this guy.
I like him knowing that we can hang out in public without anyone having a
clue. Makes him happy.  Makes him feel proud of me. I can match him in
masculinity around our buddies but still keep that sense when I'm bent over
taking his dick in my ass."

At that moment both of them received a text from Rob.

8:00. MY ROOM. SHAVE BODY. BE CLEANED OUT.

Both texted back.

OK

They both looked at each other grinning.

Sean squeezed Grant's thigh. "Dude, we are so gonna get fucked!"

"Together!" Grant was so excited.

"Go home, get clean, meet you in the lobby at 7:30."

"Got it. Race you back to the dorm."

"You're on pretty boy."




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