Date: Mon, 12 Sep 2016 02:36:22 +0000
From: tom davis <underarmour001@hotmail.com>
Subject: Born to Bottom Part 7

Born to Bottom Part 7

Jack came back to his dorm room late Sunday afternoon to find Grant still
sleeping. He had stumbled in around 6AM, barely waking up Jack since Grant
walked in quietly, dropped his clothes and fell into bed. Jack opened his
eyes a tiny bit, saw Grant fall hard onto the mattress. Jack smiled and
went back to sleep.

Grant stirred when Jack closed the door. He was lying on his stomach. He
lifted his head, turned it and looked at Jack through half closed,
bloodshot, puffy eyes.

"Hey." Grant grunted with a gravelly voice.

Jack stood over him with his muscular arms folded over his chest. He stood
silently for a few seconds, shaking his head, humored.

"Dude, you look like shit. Seriously, are you ok, bro? I've never seen you
party this hard."

Grant put his head back down on the pillow and closed his eyes.

"Nah, I'm good. Just hung over." He mumbled into the pillow.

"I honestly don't know how you fucking do it, bro. Football all week,
parting every night and you were gone almost the entire weekend. You better
be scoring some good fucking pussy." Jack laughed.

Still with his eyes closed, Grant grumbled, "Shhh... Don't talk so loud. My
fucking head is killing me."

"Maybe you should go take a nice long shower. You might feel
better. Besides, you reek dude. You must have fucked all weekend because
you smell like sex, dude."

Grant opened his eyes. He went through his foggy memories of what took
place last night. Damn, he must smell like cum and lube.

Jack sat down on his bed and grabbed his iPhone and started texting
someone. Not looking up from his phone he asked, "Who have you been hanging
with and why haven't you invited me, fuckhead!" Jack was chuckling as he
texted. "You're having way too much fun and I'm feeling a little left out,
brother."

"I've been with Sean and Rob. And trust me, I don't think you would have
much interest in hanging with Rod. He's a little intense if you couldn't
tell." Grant sat up on the bed and wiped his eyes.

"You don't think I can handle partying with you guys? Dude, have you met
me? I've gotten you laid so many fucking times. Not that you needed my help
but I'm the one with the party connections, Golden Boy."

Grant buried his head in his hands. "Dude, shut the fuck up. I can't
fucking even stand up. God, my head hurts."

Jack took hold of Grants bicep and pulled him up until he was standing.

"Grant, you really should go take a shower." Jack sniffed the air. "Fuck!
What is that smell?" Jack asked, turning up his nose then putting one hand
over his nose.

Grant knew what it was. A combination of about eight or nine loads from
eight or nine different guys mixed with lube, alcohol, poppers, body odor
and all their individual colognes and aftershaves.

"I'm gonna take a shower." Grant mumbled. He slowly shuffled to the door,
only in his skin-tight briefs and a towel thrown over one shoulder. He made
the short walk down the hall to the showers. His body was so sore and
beaten down. He ass was stinging with each step and he made little grunts
and groans as he walked.

Jack watched him walk away down the hall. He tilted his head in
confusion. Grant was walking almost like he had a groin pull or
something. Grant had one hand on the wall holding himself vertical has he
walked but the other hand was on his ass, rubbing it like it was hurt. He
also had red marks all over his back and he could have sworn he saw bruises
on his shoulders and arms.

"Damn, that boy must be in a fucking fight club or something." Jack thought
to himself.

The shower felt wonderful. He took a long hot one. He soaped down his
smooth body, running his hands over his thick tired muscles and washed
remnants of cum out of his thick hair. He reached behind and traced a
finger down his ass to his hole. He touched it and let out a slight hiss
from behind his teeth. It stung. He slowly massaged the swollen hole and
gingerly slid a finger inside the confines of his wet fuck-hole. He could
feel warm liquid ooze from his hole down his finger, dripping down and off
his hand onto the wet shower floor. He bent his knees, stuck out his ass,
and reached back further behind his ass trying to get a better angle so his
fingers could dive deeper. He slowly swirled his finger around inside as
more cum dribbled out. He watched the jizz float on top of the water as it
created a small whirlpool into the drain.

Grant could not believe that amount of jizz leaking from his ass. Just when
he thought his bowels were empty, more would drip down. He squatted down
onto the shower floor. This time he reached under between his legs and
rubbed his sore asshole.  He was able to stick another finger in. He gently
pushed in and pulled out. He hole become more accommodating as he closed
his eyes and thought about Sean, his new found feelings for the cocky jock
and what happened to them last night and how his life was forever
changed. His days as a pussy-hound were done. Now he was the pussy that
guys like Rob are going to be after. His future was now going to be filled
with dick and fucking, poppers and lube, working out and building his body,
letting go of any inhibitions and using his body to bring pleasure to other
men. He felt sexy and powerful knowing that just being himself was turning
men on. He was THAT attractive and he was THAT desirable and so was
Sean. Imagine the dick they could bring in when together. His dick is now
rock hard, it too sore from the night before. He didn't need to touch it
because just thinking about his body and how it was going to get him so
much dick, he exploded a load onto the shower wall in front of him. He
pulled his fingers out of his ass. He fell forward onto his knees,
breathing hard and coming down from the short-lived erotic high.

He stood up, leaned against the wall and started to gradually laugh.

"Fuck, I must look like such a fucking pussy," he thought to himself, "big
tough jock finger-banging himself in the shower after getting gangbanged
all night by a bunch of dudes."

He laughed some more. He still had one more week here and he was sure he
was going to need another week after that just to recover.



Mason never made it home. Hell, he didn't even know where he was. He opened
his eyes because of the bright sun shining through the window. He brought
his hand up to his eyes to shield them from the brightness. He decided he
was too tired to even keep his hand up. He wanted to roll over and bury his
head in the pillow.

When he did rolled over he rolled into a body, a solid hard muscular
dude. Right then everything came flooding back to him. Everything that
happened last night. Sure the night started off like he knew it would,
balls deep inside some hot high school jock ass. That's what his buddy
promised and that's what was delivered. He just never guessed that by the
end of the night some dude would be balls deep inside his ass.

Mason considered himself bisexual. He'd had tons of girlfriends but he had
also fucked alot of dudes. He always had the confidence and swagger to get
what he wanted. He knew that because of his mixed race good looks which
gave him a slightly exotic look, he could charm the pants of anyone. He
knew when a dude thought he was attractive. His gaydar was on point. Most
of his conquests were other guys like himself, usually bi or in the
closet. Those were the best fucks. Guys like that often just wanted to have
the hell fucked out of them before they had to go back to the wife or
girlfriend. That's why he loved them. They wanted it hard and rough and
they always wanted to be bred. He truly thought those men were lesser
men. A dude that needed to be fucked meant that he was weak and not in
control. They needed to be with another man in order to feel like a man. He
relished in the moment every time he had some hot muscular stud pinned down
and railing him with all his strength. Being a Marine wasn't bad for
business either. His high and tight haircut with a little bulk on top, his
thick muscular build and his pretty-boy exotic good looks made him an easy
target for a hot masculine stud that needed to get off with a cock in his
ass.

Mason thought about what he did last night. He let another dude fuck
him. Worse yet, he liked it. Fuck that, he LOVED it. He never dreamed he
would ever love having another dude's dick in his tight ass. Sure, he
occasionally beat-off with a dildo in his ass so he wasn't new to anal. It
started with a girlfriend playing with his hole one night. It moved on to
small dildos when he was alone. He knew it was a little gay but he always
shot harder when he had a nice vibrating dildo in his ass. He figured since
it wasn't attached to a guy than he could still keep his status as a "real
man."

The man stirred next to him. Mason was mortified that he was about to have
to deal with a situation that he thought would never happen. He was going
to have to look into the eyes of the man who made him his bitch. All
night. His embarrassment was overwhelming. He knew he had to get out of
there before he woke up. Rob. Yeah, that was his name. Fuck, Rob was
hot. What a fucking man. He knew how to fuck a guy good. He's never been
with a man like Rob before. Rob had some kind of hold over him and he
couldn't figure out what it was. Whatever it is, it was strong enough to
have Mason want him to fuck him. Mason stopped himself from thinking about
him. He was too ashamed.  He had to leave.

Quietly, he pushed back the covers and slowly pushed himself up and dropped
his legs off the side of the king-sized bed. He looked back at the sleeping
Adonis beside him and couldn't stop staring at his handsome features and
the slow rise and fall of his massive chest as he slept. He turned back
around and rubbed the sleep from his eyes. He thought he would just slide
his underwear on, grab his uniform and sneak out and change in the
hall. Shit, where the fuck was Tyler. Double shit, they were driven to the
party. He had no way of going anywhere.

"Fuck it, I'll Uber back to the base," he thought, "Tyler can fend for
himself."

Just when he was about to stand up he felt a warm hand on his shoulder,
pulling him back down on to the bed.

"Hey. Where ya going?" Rob asked in a drowsy voice.

Rob laid back down and felt Rob wrap his big arm around his shoulders and
pull him in tight. He was on his right side now, spooned up against the
side of Rob's solid leg. He right cheek pressed against the warm tight skin
of Rob's chest. His left hand came up and rested on Rob's abs. Mason
couldn't resist, he started to slowly run his hands up and down the hard
stomach. This position to him made it seem like he was less masculine. He
was actually cuddled up in a way that was reminiscent of the way a girl
would cuddle up to him after sex. He was not cool with that. Yet, he could
feel the strength and power flowing through Rob and into himself. The way
Rob pulled him in, taking control, holding him in his smooth muscular arms,
so how made him feel...safe.

"Hey." Mason answered Rob's greeting. He was nervous and when he was
nervous he tended to stutter. "I... Uh... need to get back... to the base.
I didn't want to wake you."

Rob still groggy, ran his fingers through Mason's short hair. "Nah,
babe. Stay here with me." Rob gave him a small squeeze. "I'll get you
back. I want you to stay here with me a while longer."

Babe? Rob called him babe. He should be offended or something but for some
reason he wasn't. He liked it. It made him feel special. He also knew he
called his female one-night-stands Babe all the time. So was this a
one-time thing? Did Rob not want to see him again? Wait. Why the fuck was
he worrying about that? He's not some clingy chic he had banged the night
before. Why did he care?

"Rob...Rob I think I really need to get going. I just really need to go."

Rob squeezed him tighter. "Babe, don't worry. You'll get back in time for
whatever your worried about missing. I promise."

Mason let out a heavy sigh.

Rob stroked Mason's bicep. "Hey. What's up with you" Rob asked in response
to the sigh. "Why are you trying to get away from me?"

"I'm not. I just think I need to be... alone."

"Alone? Dude, Mason, you're with me. You don't need to be alone. Didn't you
have a good time last night?"

"Fuck yeah. I mean... well..."

"What is going on, Marine?"

Mason was at a stopping point. He needed to do something, say something,
anything to stop feeling the way he was feeling at this very moment. He was
getting anxious and his temper came to the surface.

"Dude. Stop! It's not enough you fucked me like a bitch all night but now
you want me to stay and...and...cuddle?"

Rob sat up which made Mason prop himself up on his elbow.

"Like a bitch? Are you pissed off because I fucked you?"

"Yeah asshole. I am. Why is that so hard to believe?

"Because I've never had a dude get pissed because I fucked him. They
usually consider it a fucking honor. Look at me. I don't fuck just any dude
and trust me, I could."

"An honor? You just fucked a fucking Marine. You should be the one that is
honored!"

Rob stopped and stared. He did just fuck a Marine. Hell, he fucked two
Marines last night. He stared into the handsome Marine's blue-green
eyes. Damn, this kid has some balls. I guess that's why he's a Marine. He
didn't know why but he assumed the guy would be happy he got fucked. That's
what Rob does best. He fucks. Something about this guy though. Mason was
different. Mason was a fucking Marine, the epitome of masculinity, of
strength and power. He put his dick in to a fucking real stud and that man
took his cock like his life depended on it. That's a real man.

"You're right. I'm sorry. I apologize."

"Man, I bet that was painful." Mason responded sarcastically.

Mason now felt bad for being sarcastic. Something in Rob's eyes told him
Rob was sincere.

"Take my apology. I don't do it very often."

"It's ok. Sometimes I get fucking crazy when I'm mad. I have a temper. I
inherited it from my dad."

"Well I do too. I've been told I'm a little...intense."

"Intense? You?" Mason said sarcastically. "I think my asshole can attest to
that."

"Did I hurt you?" Rob asked as he took Mason's hand.

Mason looked at their hands. He felt a tingle flow up his arm. His heart
fluttered. "No. I mean yes but it's not a bad yes...I mean..."

"Hey, hey, babe. Was this your first time bottoming?" Rob asked seriously.

"YES, and its fucking with my head. I. Don't. Get. Fucked."

"Babe, for the first time getting pounded, you took it like a fucking pro."

"But I'm a MAN. I'm an alpha. I do the fucking. I'm not some faggot
who...who...cuddles after taking dick up his ass all night."

"Wait a minute, Mason, you ARE a man. Just because you're the one getting
fucked doesn't make you any less of a man."

"Fuck yeah it does!" Mason said loudly, getting angry. "I fucking was on my
back with my legs spread like a bitch while you hammered away at my ass
like I was some kind of hooker."

Rob let go of Mason's hand. He reached around his neck and pulled Mason
closer. He felt the warmth and the solid muscle of the handsome marine next
to him. He listened to Mason's deep voice, gravelly from a night of
constant yelling, moaning and groaning while getting fucked. He could see
the conflict in Mason's face. Wait. What was going on? Why did he care?

"Dude. You took a cock in your shitter for about 3-4 hours...on your first
fucking try! Tell me who of your buddies could do that without screaming
and whining like a little bitch? A man who can take a cock in his ass
without crying about it, is a real fucking man in my book." He brought his
other hand around and patted Mason's right pec.

"I don't know. I... Damn it, it's freaking me out."

"Why?"

Mason was silent.

"Why?" Rob asked again.

Silence.

Rob grabbed Mason's chin and turned it towards him. "WHY?"

Mason looked shocked. What the fuck? Nobody handles him that way. In any
other circumstance he would have punched the dude in the throat. He looked
at Rob with a defiant look. Rob stared into his eyes. They were boring into
his soul, reading him like a book. He knew Rob already knew what he was
about to say. Mason's face softened and his eyes started to tear up. He
wasn't used to this. He wasn't used to showing so much emotion to another
guy. For some reason he felt he could with Rob.

"Because I fucking loved it! I fucking loved it, ok?" Mason yelled, "I
fucking loved being on my back, my legs spread, you between my legs,
holding my ankles, drilling in and out of my ass. I fucking loved it, you
fucker! Having all those guys watching me get fucked like I was some kind
of whore. Watching me satisfy you, pleasing you. I was such a fucking slut
and I fucking loved it. When Douglas wanted to fuck me and you said,
`mine', I loved it. I just kept picturing the scene in my head. Me, this
big ripped Marine stud laying on my back, my legs wrapped around your waist
as you fucked me, hoping to myself that you will cum inside me. I wanted to
take your load. I wanted your load inside me so bad and I didn't know
why. And then we came upstairs and we fucked all night, slow, romantic and
you came inside me twice more. You kept saying I was your man, your Marine,
your boy. I never imagined I would feel like this."

"Is that a bad thing? Feeling protected, safe? Making me feel fucking good?
Feeling you belong to someone like me?"

"I dunno. I guess not? I just know I liked it and...and..." Mason looked
down suddenly shy. "I don't want it to stop."

Rob held him close. "Mason, I think you've come to a realization about
yourself. You've spent all these years fucking the shit out of hot guys
only to find out that you wanted to be those guys. Last night you got to be
one of those hot guys on the receiving end and you liked it. Actually, you
loved it if I can quote you. You gave up control for the first time in your
life and it felt good. Putting up that alpha front for so long is
tiring. Then you went into the Marines where you're conditioned to be tough
and dominant. It's tough to break out of that mindset."

Something was up. Mason suddenly became aware. How did Rob know his so
well? There was only one answer. Mason looked back to Rob. "Hey, what's
your major?"

Rob giggled with a big smile. "Psychology."

"Jesus fucking Christ. I knew it. That's why you're so good at getting into
guy's heads."

"I like to say I'm good at bringing out the real man inside."

"You're an asshole and it pisses me off. You're too hot and you know it and
you know I know it. You're an asshole and I don't even care." Mason said as
he nudged his shoulder into Rob's.

"If it makes you feel any better, Mason, I'm a little freaked out too."

"What? Why, dude. You were fucking balls deep in ass all night." Mason
rolled his eyes.

Rob laughed. "Because before today, I would have kicked your ass to the
curb immediately after the last time I cum in your ass. I've almost never
had a dude stay the night."

"Almost never?"

"Well, you fucked Grant and Sean. Who would kick them out of bed?" He
laughed. "I said you're `mine' last night because you are. You're mine
now. I felt it and you felt it."

Mason was almost speechless.

"I'm yours? Dude, no one owns me." Mason stated.

"I do."

Mason turned his head and looked at Rob to see if he was serious.

"I don't get it. Are you joking around?"

"Nope. You're mine now. I didn't fuck you last night when we got to our
room. I made love to you. I made passionate slow love to you. You had your
sexy legs wrapped around my waist. You grabbed my ass to pull me in
deeper. We made out the whole time while we made love. Mason, I never make
love. I'm a prick. I'm a fucking asshole and I don't care who knows it. I
have a fucking string of guys a mile long who have been on the receiving
end of my ass-blaster and I have no problems fucking them and ditching
them. I'm a man-whore."

"Ok... So, are you doing the same to me or not?" Mason responded, confused.

"Are you still here in my bed at noon on a Sunday?"

Mason glanced around the room. "Yeah."

"Well then that's your answer. I'm not trying to be an asshole when I say
you're mine. You just are. You know it and I know it. Right?"

Mason looked again into Rob's blue eyes. He felt a twinge in his
chest. Rob's body temperature was rising. He looked at his handsome
features and felt another flutter. Was he falling in... love?

"Yes." Mason answered in a whisper.

"Louder."

"YES."

"Man, I bet that was painful?"

Mason took another deep sigh. "You have no idea."

"Well then good. We have an agreement. You my man?"

Mason smiled and snuggled in closer to the big jock. "Yeah."

"You my fucking sexy Marine?"

"Yeah."

"Good Boy."

Mason smiled. "You know, we're about the same age."

"So, you're still my boy."

"So if I'm yours... are you mine?"

"Ummm, no." Rob answered bluntly.

"Oh...Kay, does this mean no more alumni orgies for me?" Mason asked.

"Fuck no! You kidding me? Just because you're mine doesn't mean we're
married. You and I will be going to alot more parties like that. The
difference is I'll have control over what you do at those parties and who
does you. Watching you fuck a dude is so hot o me. Watching your GET fucked
will be even hotter."

Mason was a little confused but then he was new to all this.

"Ok, just to clear up any confusion, you want to fuck me but I can top as
well?"

"Top whoever you want, babe. But you better not ever let anyone fuck you
unless I say so."

"Fuck. This is all so confusing." Mason lay back against Rob's shoulder.

"I know, babe. You'll get the hang of it. Now, roll over."

"What? Why?"

Rob laughed. "Because I'm going to fuck my hot Marine's hole."

Mason once again looked to see if Rob was kidding around. He wasn't.

Another sigh from Mason as he rolled over onto his stomach, felt Rob's
weight on his back and then the pressure of his cock penetrate his used
hole.

Mason gripped the pillow in front of him and growled as Rob sunk into that
sweet, sweet ass.

"Geeeez..." Mason gritted his teeth. "Babe, I hope I can get used to this."

"You will, Marine." Rob eased out slowly and then pushed in even slower,
allowing the Marine to get used to it. "Relax, accept my cock, let me in."

"Ok." Mason panted. "Oh my god. Oh my god. Oh my god." Mason repeated with
determination in his voice.

"That's right Marine. You're doing it. You're a big tough guy." Rob started
to speed up to a nice rhythmic pace.  "I chose you for a reason. You're
strong. You're powerful and you're a badass. You're the only one who can
take my fuck the way I want to give it on a regular basis."

Mason's eyes rolled up into his head. Rob was hitting his
spot. Unconsciously he arched his back, raising his muscled ass up giving
Rob more access to his man-cunt.

"Oh fuuuuuccccckkkkkk." Mason's toes curled and his head thrashing side to
side.

"That's my boy. Found it. You got this, babe."

Rob thrusted faster and harder. He put his hands on Mason's tan shoulders
and pressed them into the mattress as he pummeled that hot Marine ass under
him.

"Oh god, fuck me! Fuck me you fucking stud! Cum in me!"

"Yeah, want me to fill you up again? Huh, Marine?"

"Oh god please. I want your boys in my gut."

When Rob heard that from his tough Marine he knew he had found his perfect
man. There's nothing like hearing a deep masculine voice tell you to fill
his gut up with your babies.

Rob reeled back, slammed forward and unloaded into the beautiful upturned
ass under him. "AGHHHHHHHHHHHHH! Dumping in you, babe!"

Mason came up on his hands so he was on all fours. He felt the thick muscle
cum inject into his ass. He too let out a loud yell as he came on the
mattress without touching himself.

"OHHHH FUUUCCCKKK! YES! I love you! I fucking love you, babe. I fucking
love you!"

Rob's eyes flew open. His pulse sped up, his dick got harder and he again,
shot another load into the Marine. "FUUCCCKKK! I love you too! Fucking love
you, babe."

Rob fell down on top of his boy. He remained lodged inside him as he kissed
Mason's neck.

"That was so good, Marine. You did so good, man. Proud you're mine."

Mason turned his head on the pillow, he had a bright white smile on his
face.

"I love you."



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Sean woke up, jumped out of bed and headed to the gym. He had four hours of
sleep but he was used to that. He didn't need much sleep. He could party
all night and still show up for a hard workout in the gym.

The reason Sean could workout at the drop of a hat was because he loved the
way he looked. Simple as that. Knowing he was going to be developing his
body, making it more desirable and erotic for dudes like Rob and Brian to
fuck made him excited to workout. He felt a high, a euphoria when working
out, especially when squatting. He loved to work his ass. His ass was
bulbous. High and tight with a dimple on either side of his glutes. He
loved to show it off. In the gym he wore the tightest tights and on the
street he wore the tighted jeans. If he could wear his spandex football
pants all the time, he would. His built, ripped jock body stretching his
clothes to their max, threatening to break the seams and explode out was
the way he got laid. No one could resist an ass attached to that body. His
light skin he got from his black father and white mother made his skin look
like he had a constant tan. His blue/green eyes were magnetic.

Sean was vain, primping and flexing in the gym mirrors. Always keeping his
eyes out for another hot muscle jock to be tantalized by Sean's meaty
ass. He was so ripped and proportionate that it wasn't uncommon for guys to
walk up to him almost daily and prod him with questions about his workout
and diet. Even the hottest guys in the gym would hit him up with questions,
like they needed advice or something. Sean took that as a sign that he was
game for some ass. Sean would befriend them, get them comfortable with him,
compliment them, tell them what a stud they are and if everything went as
usual, Sean would be legs up and full of cock by the end of the night. The
best times were the ones who came in and would constantly steal glances at
him through the reflection in the mirror. Sean would watch them too. Watch
the way he talked, the way he walked and if Sean liked him, Sean would
initiate contact. Sean was great at giving eye contact and keeping it. Once
eye contact was established and held for a period of time, he would give a
quick nod like you would give your best bud in the hallway at school. When
the guy nodded back, that sealed the deal. Sean would strut over, pumped,
sweaty, flexing his body making his muscles bulge though the tight spandex
outfit. He was bold and blunt. It wasn't uncommon for him to lean in close
to the guy so no one would hear and say, "You're hot, I'm hot, fuck me."
After the shock wore off, Sean was full of muscle cum within the hour.

He's always been slutty. Ever since his first time in the eighth grade when
he was seduced by Mr. Thompson, the swim coach, he has wanted nothing but
dick.  Mr. Thompson talked him into swimming. He recognized Sean's athletic
prowess and also he noticed Sean's amazing bubble-ass. Even in the eighth
grade he had an amazing ass. The first time Thompson slid him into that red
speedo, feeling the tight slick material sliding up his legs and feeling
the tightness of the uniform compress around his muscular little ass, he
was hooked. That's when Thompson took a chance and made his move. Sean soon
found himself bent over a chair in Thompson's office, wearing his speedo
with a hole cut open in the ass and the tall muscular 35-year-old coach
stuffed inside his ass. After that came many visits to Thompson's
office. Sean was used to showing up during his free period and getting
nailed in the tight confines of a closet in Thompson's office so the sound
of hard core fucking would be muffled from the rest of the school. He was
to always dress in his red speedo with the hole. It's the only way he liked
to fuck Sean. Knowing he was fucking one of his top swimmers always sent
him over the edge.

So far Sean's high school career has been filled with swimmers, wrestlers,
football players, a certain male cheerleader and even more guys who weren't
jocks but they were hot. Many times he put out for a married rich football
Booster in exchange for huge donations for the team. If the other guys on
the team knew their new jerseys were made possible because Sean was being
pimped out and his jock hole bred by a rich booster, they would shit their
pants. After all, who would suspect a diving champion and a football player
with a beautiful girlfriend of taking cock in his man-pussy like a common
whore. His girlfriend was his cover. He fucked her constantly to put up a
good front and it worked. He was a womanizer and a fighter. He was often
seen limping from a brawl with a cut lip or a black-eye. Once again, who
would suspect the jock of sucking dick and sniffing poppers in order to get
a guy to nut himself inside his football ass.

Today Sean was a little distracted. He found he had to sit down a few times
because every time he would think about last night or of Grant, he would
start to stiffen. Hard to hide a boner in compression leggings.

He kept remembering watching Grant sucking cock like a man obsessed,
watching him on all fours, his beautiful ass in the air being spit-roasted
by two muscular older men or two football trainers. The way he looked while
on his back, ripped muscular legs shooting up in the air, resting on built
shoulders, his knees to his chest as his ass was pummeled by a guy who
thought he must be dreaming to be fucking a hot stud like Grant. His deep
voice breaking as he hit higher registers with every slam against his
ass. He had finally met a dude who was just like him, young, cocky, built,
masculine and horny for man-cock up his jock ass.

Sean has never really had strong feelings for anyone, not even his
girlfriend. Not really, except for one guy. When he was a sophomore he
started hooking up with Donny. Now on the outside this seemed like the
biggest mismatch in history. Sure Donny was hot. He was a gymnast so his
body was tight and muscular, smaller, 5'6, 150lbs but all muscle. Ripped
smooth vascular muscle. He was a handsome kid too. He didn't really look
gay but it was the way he carried himself. All his friends were girls, he
was a cheerleader and he quite frankly, sounded gay. His voice was
flamboyant and high. He hung around so many girls that their mannerisms
were rubbing off on him. Such a waste of a very hot beautiful boy. Sean
didn't like him by default. He was too gay to be around. The problem was
that Sean was attracted to him like no other. The kid was so hot, his small
body powerful and strong. He snuck into gymnastics practice all the time to
watch the kid on the parallel bars and was always amazed at his upper body
strength. He wanted the kid but he was worried Donny's mannerisms would
turn him off. The crazy thing was that all he could think of was Donny on
top of him, fucking the crap out of him. The smaller boy dominating him and
taking control. He didn't even know if the kid was a top.  ============ One
night a couple years ago Sean was watching Donny doing his floor
exercise. His tight leotard snug tight over his muscular body, his abs
prominent through the material.  Sean watched until Donny was finished. The
team was leaving and the coach was turning out the lights. Sean turned to
leave the gym when his phone buzzed. It was a text from one of his fuck
buddies. After a few minutes of texting he figured he better start walking
home. He made his way to the front entrance of the school when he heard a
voice behind him.

"Hey."

Sean turned and found himself within a few yards of the boy he'd been
stalking.

"Hey." Sean replied as he stood up straight, stuck out his chest and took
an aggressive stance. He looked around to see if anyone was lingering.

"Who are you looking for?"

"No one. What do you want, fag."

Donny laughed and shook his head.

"You're Sean." He said in a light, almost feminine voice.

Sean was surprised he knew his name. He still wasn't going to let this fag
find out about him. Admiring him from afar was ok but taking the chance of
someone seeing him talk to Donny was not ok.

"Yeah. So?" Sean replied with a sneer.

Donny stood silently in front of him.

"What?" Sean asked.

"Why are you here?"

"What the fuck do you care, homo."

Again, Donny shook his head.

"Sean, I've seen you."

"Seen me what?"

"I've seen you watching me."

"Watching you? What the fuck are you talking about?"

Donny dropped his backpack on the floor and took a few steps closer to
Sean. He stood there silently, looking up at the six-foot jock. His eyes
narrowed and his demeanor took a more dominant stance.

"You've been watching me this whole year. You don't think I can see you but
I watch video of my practices and the video has caught you in the
background many times. Many times."

Sean was speechless. He had been caught.

"So, Sean. You wanna tell me why you're stalking me?"

"I... I...uh..." Sean stammered. His body posture had become less
aggressive and more defensive.

"Really? You don't know?" Donny's voice became less flamboyant and more
masculine. He stepped closer to the jock, just a foot apart. Sean looked
down at him, Donny's tight spandex uniform showing the cut, ripped muscle
of his arms and shoulders.

"I don't," replied Sean, looking away from the hot blue eyes of the little
stud before him.

Donny laughed. "I wonder if what Rusty Wells has shared with me may be the
reason."

Sean's head snapped back to Donny. He started sweating. Rusty was a senior
who was boning Sean on a regular basis under the guise of tutoring Sean
after football practice.

"Rusty? What...what did he...tell you?"

Donny placed his hand on Sean's chest and roughly pushed him through a door
behind Sean. The lights were out in the room save for the light of a
parking lot lamp outside the door. Sean noticed all the cars in the lot
were gone except for one, a shiny black BMW X6, Donny's. Of course he knew
that because, well, he was stalking the kid.

"What did Rusty tell me? Nothing special except for the fact that you, big,
badass Sean Johnston loves to get fucked like a little bitch." Donny was
becoming more aggressive, poking Sean in the chest with each syllable of
the last sentence.

Sean was stunned. First the little faggot pushed him and now he was poking
him in the chest while telling him he was a little bitch.

Sean stepped back and rubbed the point on his chest where Donny had poked
him.

"If you fucking tell anyone I'll..."

"You'll what, Bottom-boy? What are you going to do?"

"Fuck you, you little fuck."

Donny stepped forward and again pushed Sean, against the wall this
time. Sean hit the wall and was silent in shock. Donny stepped up to him,
only a few inches away.

"You must look really hot," Donny began to stroke Sean's bicep with is
index finger, "all studly and muscly laying on your back, legs up taking
Rusty's cock." Donny's finger moved up Sean's arm to his shoulder and down
to his nipple. "Asking him to call you a bitch. Begging him to shoot in
your...pussy."

Sean twitched at the word "pussy." He felt his heart skip when he heard the
word. It was one thing when Rusty said it but hearing Donny say it, this
small, cute athlete, the object of his obsession for a year, it made his
dick hard.

"That's right. He told me everything and I mean EVERYTHING. You're quite
the slut around here."

Donny moved his hand down to Sean's abs.

"Is he fucking you too?"

Donny laughed, "Fuck no! He wants to but I don't swing that way. But I do
like to suck cock and as you know, Rusty has a whopper."

"You're...You're a top?"

"Yeah, pussy-boy. I am. Hard to believe, huh? Donny the faggot cheerleader
is a top?"

Donny reached down and cupped Sean's hardening cock and squeezed. Sean
grunted.

"Of course it's hard to believe. I mean, come on. I'm just a little faggot,
right?"

Donny started to massage Sean's now rock hard cock through his jeans.

"You know what I think?"

Sean had his eyes closed, breathing hard, trying not to cum.

"What?"

"I think you want me to fuck you. I think you want me to cum inside you. I
think you want me to make you my bitch."

Sean looked down at the hot gymnast.  Donny's voice and demeanor had
changed 100% since they started their encounter. He wanted the kid in the
worst way. His dick was so hard and Donny was squeezing it so rough.

Donny smiled. He took his hand off Sean's cock and and wrapped his arms
around Sean's waist. He cupped the big jock's muscular globes of his ass
and roughly pulled him forward. He squeezed his ass, his head only coming
up to Sean's chest. He massaged the athlete's ass aggressively.

"Yeah, that's it. There's that magnificent ass I've heard so much about."

Sean's pulse was pounding. His breathing was fast. The boy of his dreams
was now in front of him, telling him he was going to fuck him. He was so
turned on.

Donny reached up with both arms and wrapped them around Sean's thick
neck. He pulled, Sean's head dropped down, his face centimeters from
Donny's.

"Is that what you want, faggot? You want me to load you up?"

Before he could answer, the little stud pulled him in for a kiss.

"Say it."

Sean looked down to him. He wanted it in the worst way. Sean had been
through this before, why was it hard with this guy? Fuck it. He's just
going to do it he decided.

"I want you to fuck me. I want you to breed my big ass and I want you to
pull my hair while you do it."

"Good boy."

Sean was rewarded with a hot deep kiss from the dominant gymnast.

"Let's go jock-boy. I'm driving." Donny said with a few light slaps on
Sean's left cheek.

"Where...where are we going."

"My house."

"What about your parents?"

"Stop worrying, baby. My parents are in Europe until Christmas. I got the
house to myself. Good thing too. You're going to be making alot of fucking
noise.

They walked out to his BMW. As they started to drive away Donny put his
hand behind Sean's neck and pulled him down towards his lap.

"Suck."

Sean sucked him off all the way to Donny's house.

The house was a mansion. Huge. They entered Donny's bedroom and Sean was
surprised by a hard shove from Donny. He landed on his back on the
bed. Donny leapt and landed, straddling Sean's waist. He looked down at the
big jock.

"You gonna be my bitch?"

"YES." Sean answered quickly.

"Nice."

He reached over to his bedside table and retrieved a bottle of lube.

"I assume Dylan fucked you this morning?"

Sean looked at him, amazed. How did he know?

"Oh please. I know all the same guys you do. We "fags" got to stick
together."

"Yeah, he fucked me after 2nd period."

"Good. We may not need the lube."

Twenty minutes later Sean found himself bent over against a wall as the
tiny gymnast was tearing him another asshole. Donny moved him over to a
full-length mirror on the wall next to them. Sean put his hands on either
side of the mirror and looked at himself in the mirror. He saw the face of
a jock, a masculine, handsome jock. His face contorted, mouth open, eyes
wide. Loud grunts and groans emanating from his throat. His shoulders and
biceps flexed and pumped. His chest sweaty and flushed. The best thing, the
hottest thing was the image of the short gymnast behind him. Sean had to
lean down lower in order to see Donny's torso. The kid had his hands on
Sean's small waist, grabbing hold and pulling back hard. He watched the boy
have his way with him. He kept telling Sean how hot he was and he couldn't
believe he was finally getting to fuck his tight ass.

"Look in the mirror."

Sean looked up at himself.

"Look at yourself. You're pathetic. Big tough guy. Big strong football
player getting fucked in the ass by a guy half his size. Look at yourself."

Sean continued to watch his muscular body get ravaged.

"If only all your jock buddies could see you now. Giving up your ass to
me. You love watching yourself get fucked don't you?"

"Ughh.. yes." Sean grunted.

"Man, you are a whore. Look at yourself. You like being a whore. You live
to be fucked. You gorgeous fucking whore. You're no good for anything else,
you know that? All you'll ever be is a cum-dump for guys like me to fill."

The fuck talk was turning Sean on so much. He felt his balls tighten up. He
was right. Sean was nothing but a cum-dump for guys to unload in. His body
got him this far, all he had to do was continue the progress and he would
survive by using his body to get him ahead in the world. He felt his body
tighten, his muscles stiffened as he shot a huge thick load all over the
mirror. He screamed so loud that he was sure he lost his voice.

Donny felt Sean's hole tighten up, he couldn't hold it anymore and he let
out a loud yell as he unloaded into the tight jock hole. When he was done,
he pulled out and slapped the big muscle-ass still bent over in front of
him. Sean was bent over, leaning an arm on the wall with his head resting
on that.

"Alright, big boy. Take a rest. We'll go again in a few minutes."

Sean stood up. He looked at himself again in the mirror. He stared into his
own eyes and slowly a smile formed on his face.

==========================


Sean has always hated Grant. Grant was everything that he thought he wasn't
himself.  The boy was so incredibly attractive, strutting that hot ass
around school, getting anything he wants with a bat of his long thick
eye-lashes and bright white smile. He was green with jealousy and he made
it is mission to let Grant know he hated him. But now, knowing Grant was
just like him, he saw him in a new light. His jealousy melted away and
affection took its place. The thrill of getting fucked next to him, making
out while slutting out for two hot Marines was almost too much to take. The
attraction was strong. He didn't even need Grant to fuck him. It was all
about sharing their gifts together. The gift of their bodies to men that
appreciated two young masculine jocks and their insatiable appetite for
getting fucked.

Sean finished his workout. He couldn't do legs, his ass was still too sore
for that kind of movement so he opted for chest and tris instead. He
grabbed his bag and headed to his dorm room.

He texted Grant while taking the long way back to the dorm.

Sean: Hey Babe

Grant: Hey handsome

Sean: How r u feelin?

Grant: Like shit.

Sean: lol. I thought so.

Grant: Stop texting so loud! J

Grant: How r u feeling?

Sean: Fine. Just worked out.

Grant: WTF? How?

Sean: Dunno. Just can. Gotta keep this ass prime.

Grant: Ur such a stud, babe.

Sean: wish u could have worked out w/ me. Needed some inspiration.

Grant: yeah no way. I'm just now getting up.

Sean: Wanna hang?

Grant: Sure. Let's grab dinner.

The two boys met at the cafeteria and ate some pizza.

"I'm so hungry, dude." Grant said as he shoveled pizza into his mouth. "I
feel like I haven't eaten in days."

"Me too ba... Dude." Grant stopped, mouth full, eyes big. They both looked
around to see if anyone was in ear-shot.

Grant leaned forward, whispered, "Dude. We have to be careful. Can't call
each other that in public."

Sean looked mortified. "I know, dude. I'm sorry. It won't happen again."

Sean and Grant continued to gaze into each other's eyes. Both wanting
nothing but to jump across the table and kiss the other.

"Cool. Guys are going to be curious as it is." Sean stated.

"Why?"

"Dude. We are supposed to hate each other. They're going to wonder why we
suddenly are best buddies."

"Oh, yeah. Never thought about that. Should we not hang?"

"NO!" Sean belted out. Then he lowered his voice again. "No, I don't want
us to stop hanging out."

"Ok, ok. We won't stop. Besides, I don't want to either."

The looked into each other's eyes yet again. They knew what the other was
thinking.

Sean swallowed hard. "Um, Grant, I ah... Um...You wanna, I dunno, hangout
more, alone I mean."

Grant smiled. "Yeah, Sean, I do. So, does this mean we're dating?"

Sean exhaled. "Yeah. I think so. If you're ok with that."

"God, you're pretty AND dumb. Of course I am." He laughed.

"Whew, awesome. There is something I'm worried about," said Sean.

Grant looked down at his pizza, without looking up, "Monogamy."

"Yeah. I can't lie to you. I can't promise I will be monogamous so if you
want to back out, now is the time."

"Dude, I know how you are and you know how I am.  I can't be in a
monogamous relationship after what I've experienced this past week. I don't
see why we can't date and still be slutty together." Grant said it like he
had thought about this for a long time. It made Sean happy to hear.

"Fucking A, babe."

"You're an idiot." Grant said in response to another slip of the tongue,
smiling.

"I am. Get used to it."

"So, how do we go from here?" Grant asked.

"I know that I like you and you like me. We just have to play this by
ear. Go ahead and get fucked by yourself if you want but I want to hear
every single detail and I will do the same. Deal?"

"Deal. Cuz I got a text earlier from Mark, the black guy from last night."

"Yeah? He loved you, dude."

"Yeah, seems he wants to hook up and have another go. Is...that ok?"

"Grant, I told you, do what you want but you sure as hell better tell me
all about it."

Grant smiled. "I will. I have a feeling I'll have alot to tell."

"When are you meeting him?"

"Not til later. He is at the gym."

"Cool. Let's go back to my room and make out."

Grant laughed, "I'm game but I can't promise I won't suck your dick."

Rob chuckled. "And I can't promise you won't be on the other end of my
double-ended dildo."

"Well then we should get going...babe."

They smiled at each other. Sean stuck out his fist and the two performed a
fist bump before leaving the table and heading to Sean's.

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