Date: Tue, 11 Oct 2016 23:17:10 +0000
From: tom davis <underarmour001@hotmail.com>
Subject: Born To Bottom Chapter 8

Born to Bottom Part 8

Monday morning training drills were intense. The trainers were relentless
in their efforts to cause as much pain and suffering the high school
athletes could endure. The hot summer sun beat down on the players, keeping
hydrated was difficult.

Jack and Grant where obviously working with Rob. It was as if all of the
30-some trainers knew that he had partied and fucked all weekend and they
were teaching him a lesson. Although, he knew that he would climb Everest
if it meant the day before he got to get fucked six ways to Sunday.

Jack snickered at Grant as they were taking a water break.

"Dude, are you going to make it? You look like shit."

"I feel like shit."

"That's what you get for partying all weekend 24/7. I'm surprised you can
even walk."

Grant was surprised too. He got home late again last night. After two hours
of messing around with Sean and then another five hours or so of getting
banged by a Mark's thick black dick, Grant felt like he should be
dead. Even with all of that, Grant was the type who took sports very
seriously. He was very competitive almost to a fault. He couldn't let it
show that he was exhausted. He had an image to maintain so despite how he
felt, he was kicking major ass today. Rob was impressed, knowing what had
gone on all weekend, this kid was training like he was on a mission.

Grant was a wide receiver. As he ran up and down the field, catching
passes, over and over again, he looked like the epitome of a football
player. Tall, lean, ripped, muscular and fast. His thick forearms cradling
the ball. His spandex tights accentuating the cords of muscles in his quads
and hamstrings. The tights molding to his bulbous, muscular ass that
resembled two small boulders trapped in spandex, his glutes were solid
muscle, no jiggling when he ran, just flexing. When he walked, each cheek
would alternate with each step, rising up and down, flexing, noticeable by
anyone walking behind him. Even straight guys made comments about his
"booty." All in fun, of course but he loved being complimented on his ass
even if it was in fun. Just knowing straight guys were looking at his ass
gave him a twitch in his hole. He figures if a straight guy would make a
comment about his butt then it must be a really, really good piece of
ass. After all, that's all he was, a nice big piece of ass. He would gladly
let any of those straight guys satisfy their curiosity by bending the big
jock over and fucking their cum into his amazing ass.

Grant chugged his water-bottle and then lifted his tight shirt up to his
forehead and wiped off the sweat.

"I can handle it."

Jack handed him a Gatorade.

"I don't doubt you can."

Grant's eyes were scanning the field as he and Jack bullshitted. He looked
over to the sideline and saw Mark. The tall black Adonis was staring at
him. Mark held eye-contact and gave a nod. Grant nodded back with a smile
on his face. Mark smiled back.

"What was that?" asked Jack.

"What was what?"

"Mark. He nodded at you."

"So."

"Nothing. I just didn't know you two knew each other. You're just a social
butterfly aren't ya princess?" Jack laughed and jabbed Grant in the ribs.

Funny. Grant laughed to himself. If only Jack knew that just twelve hours
ago he was on his back with his ankles resting on Mark's big solid
shoulders, bent in half as Mark was deep to the root in his ass. Mark
fucking him slowly, passionately. No, he wasn't fucking, he was making
love. He remembered what Mark said to him in between kisses. His eyes
boring into his own.

 "You like that pretty-boy? Huh, princess?" He taunted. He had a big bright
white smile on his face. He knew it would get a rise out of the handsome
jock.

Grant looked at him. "Uh...Yeah?."

Mark laughed and kissed him. Grant laughed too although it was hard to,
bent in half with his knees on his chest.

"Princess?" Grant asked between grunts. He had to ask. It was unexpected.

"Baby, you're too pretty to be anything else. I got myself a pretty white
boy taking my dick." He taunted again.

"Hmm." Grant replied, a look on his face that said he didn't know what to
think of that. But at the same time it made him feel secure.

Grant moved his legs down and wrapped them around Mark's waist,
intertwining his ankles to hold them in place in the small of Mark's
back. He wrapped his arms around Mark's neck and pulled him down into a
deep kiss. He wasn't sure about being called "princess" because he didn't
know in what context. Was he saying he was feminine because he was a bottom
or was it just because Mark felt it made it ok that he was fucking a guy?
Keeping his masculinity in check. You hear guys calling each other that all
the time on the field and in the locker room as a teasing insult but in the
first week of his new found place in life, he's never had a dude call him
that while getting fucked, traditionally a woman's place.

"Well, let's just keep that between us, big guy." Grant laughed
uncomfortably before another kiss.

"Hey, no worries babe. Who am I going to tell? My girlfriend?" Mark said
sarcastically.

Great. Was this what Grant was reduced to? Did he love dick so much that he
was willing to be called names that would only be designated to a chic?
Yes. The answer was yes. This fucker could call him the Queen of England as
long as he didn't stop fucking him. He would just tune it out.

Mark could see the anxiety in his eyes. He thought he had better reinforce
Grant's masculinity. "Dude, I'm just fucking with you. Don't get all pissy
about it." Mark corkscrewed his cock into Grant, his ass moving around and
round, driving his dick in deeper. "You're all man. Doesn't matter you're
on the receiving end of a big cock. Only a real man can take a fucking like
you have this past week. After that orgy, I can see you're built for that
shit. I wouldn't bed you down if you weren't masculine and hot."

Grant's eyes bulged as he felt the football trainer burrow deeper into his
gut. Mark kissing his neck. Grant squeezed his legs together tighter around
Mark's waist. Mark's arms slid around his back and pulled himself down
tight onto Grant's hard body.

"God, you're so fucking perfect." Whispered Mark into his ear, his big hand
running his fingers through Grant's thick hair.

Grant's heart skipped at beat and he felt a tingle surge through his body,
almost like an adrenaline spike. A another man thought he was perfect.

"If I were a homo I would marry your ass. You'd be all mine." Mark ran his
fingers along Grant's square jaw.

The way Mark made love to him, Grant kept forgetting that Mark identified
as straight. He understood. Mark probably can't handle even admitting he
was bi. He had to be though. What he did with Grant and Sean Saturday
night, the way he fucked them with gusto, the guy has to be bi. Maybe it
was just a dominance thing for Mark. What a feeling it must be to hold down
a dude, know you're the one on top, the one in control of another man and
one who is athletic and masculine and just as much of a stud as Mark
is. Grant is the perfect guy to fuck around with. No one would ever suspect
Grant of riding Mark's cock so it would be safe to continue boning him.
Grant would have to come to terms with all this once he went home after
camp. He has been known as a womanizer and player ever since Jr. High. He
had no problem getting pussy. Like Jack said, he was not stranger to
picking up chics at parties and getting laid. All he knew right now was
that he felt like he was home underneith another dude.

Grant wrapped his arms tighter around Mark's shoulders. They both were
tightening their holds on each other. Grant felt as if they were melding
together into each other, becoming one. He felt so secure, so protected. He
needed this. He needed a man and all his power. He needed a man who looked
at him and all his masculine sexual aura and still thought he needed to be
protected and safe. It was a contradiction for someone so big, powerful,
masculine, athletic to need to be protected and safe but then the past week
has been life changing and new. For the first time he didn't know what was
going to happen next. The future was uncertain but at the same time he was
certain he and his body was meant to pleasure other men. That's a
contradiction he could live with.

There wasn't any rough fucking tonight. Just slow, passionate, sensual love
making. It was a nice change from the usual slam-bam-thank you man.

Jack snapped him out of his memory review and teased him again and then it
was back to work. He cleared his mind of last night's events, he had
already begun to get stiff, so focusing on the task at hand would ease his
impending boner. It was going to be a long afternoon. He had finally
trained himself not to get hard around Rob during training. Seeing him all
hulked out in the tight gear, sweaty hair, muscles bulging was enough to
make a horny gay dude cum in his pants. He just put it out of his mind and
pictured himself doing what must be done to win. He was a winner, he
fucking hated losing.


Sean was on the other side of the field working his ass off as well. Just
like Grant, when he was playing football it was like he flipped a switch
and everything else in the world went to storage in the back of his
brain. That's how serious they played the game. All complete focus was on
football. That's why Sean was the best tight-end on the team.  He often
laughed to himself whenever his position as tight-end was uttered. If only
his team mates knew how true it was. Sometimes he would even joke to them,
"Yep, best tight-end you'll ever see."

The time he spent with Grant last night was really nice.  It was a nice
change of pace. Laying on his bed, cuddling, kissing, felling up each
other's bodies. Grant's skin was so tight and smooth, almost like it was
vacuum-packed against his musculature. He didn't have a hair on his
body. He assumed Grant was naturally smooth above the waist. Like himself,
below the waist was either shaved or waxed. Grant was that vain about his
looks and no one was going to give him shit about it. Without hair, their
legs looked sleek and even more muscular than normal.

The best thing about Grant though, was that ass. Damn, that boy had an ass
that would turn the straightest guy gay if only long enough to tap
it. Watching Grant at the orgy, lying flat, chest down, his back impossibly
arched elevating that boulder butt high so his fucker could get in deep. At
times his fucker would grab his thick hair and yank his head back making
the jock rise up to doggie, triceps flexing like they would explode from
his arm.

The sounds he made. Damn. His deep masculine grunts, "awes," "oh gods" and
yelling for the dude to "fuck me harder, dude. I can take it." His favorite
was "Cum in me, bro." Then there were the times when his spot was hit just
right and his voice went up an octave with a series of short squeals. So
hot to see such a masculine dude squeal with pleasure as his hard ass is
getting reamed.

He looked forward to later when he and Grant would meet up at his room and
Grant was going to fill him in on all the details of his fuck with Mark. He
thought about it all night, what it must look like to see Grant on his back
with Mark holding his legs up. Mark's big black cock seesawing in and out
of the tight jock hole. It made his heart race. He would occasionally scan
the field looking for Grant. Whenever he found him on the field running
drills, catching the ball, anything athletic, he almost couldn't contain
himself. His leggings were skin-tight so this was not a good time to get a
boner.

After Grant left his room last night to meet Mark, Sean decided it was a
good night to just chill for once. Every night he had hooked up with a hot
dude or two or nine and it was nice to take a break and relax.  He stripped
down, sat in bed and opened his laptop trying to find the latest and
greatest porn so he could rub a few out before bed. It was so fucking nice
to have his own room. It helped that the camp coordinator, the university's
assistant coach, was one of many dudes he had sucked off last year at
camp. The hot blond jock, a recent college graduate, made his mouth a cum
receptacle many times those two weeks. So, this year when it came time to
assign rooms, he made sure Sean had his own so he could service him
whenever he wanted.

Sean found a really good porn. A smaller guy dominating a bigger guy. The
smaller guy was built like a gymnast while the bigger dude was built like a
football player. "Hmm, sounds familiar," he whispered to no one. He started
stroking, his beautiful thick tan dick fully erect. He grabbed some lube
and took a sniff of poppers. His dick was so hard it hurt. Then his phone
beeped and his messenger window appeared on his laptop. He had gotten a
text. He looked at the screen and smiled. It was Donny Thomas, his
cheerleader.

hows my big jockboy?

good. Chillin. U?

doing well. missin ur hole seanboy

yeah? miss my tight hole?

u know I do. when u get back?

this Sunday.

good. cum to my house when you get here. parents gone again.

Sean loved it when the little dude gave him orders. It would look so
strange if dudes saw him taking orders from such a smaller guy, especially
Donny.

Ok cant wait

u getting that ass worked?

                                    lol oh yeah. every night

damn, slut.  u still my boy?

                                    fuck yeah. u know I cant say no to u

bet those boys are glad to c u. u the only bottom there?

                                    actually no

yeah? do I know him?

                                    yeah Who?

                                    u have to promise not to tell?

Fuck off. Don't tell me what I can do. u know I hate that. Fuck!

                                    hey ok. sorry. I'll tell u

God, Sean loves it when Donny got mad like that. He's a scrappy little
shit. The fact that he can handle a guy twice his size is sexy. If he
wasn't fucking him Sean would have beat the shit out of him for talking to
him that way.

                                    Grant Woods

Sean suddenly became nervous. He couldn't believe he just told Donny about
Grant. Sean would be pissed if Grant would have done that to him. Now he
wished he hadn't had said it.

What? Grant Woods, like THE Grant Woods?

                                    Yeah

I don't fucking believe u.

                                    I wouldn't lie to u

Sean's phone began to ring. He looked down at his phone and it was Donny.

"Hey."

"Shut up, slut. Are you fucking with me SeanBoy? Cuz if you are I will be
so fucking pissed at you."

Once again Sean got a twitch in his dick at the aggressiveness of Donny's
insults through the phone. He found himself slipping into a submissive
state of mind. Donny had a temper, especially when Sean didn't do what he
wanted him to do.

"no. I would never fuck with you." Sean answered quietly and meek. He felt
his usually aggressive and dominant demeanor seep out of him as if it were
sweat after a hard workout. He almost felt less of a man at times. Donny
knew how to push his buttons. Donny loved the power he had over this big
stud. With only a few words he could turn this cocky jock into a cowering
piece of shit.

"Grant Woods likes to take it in the ass?" Donny asked again but almost
more as a statement rather than a question. "Grant Woods. Takes it in the
ass. Jesus. How do you know? Hey, I thought you hated Grant."

"I do. I mean, I did."

"How do you know? Spill it."

"Oh I don't know, maybe because we both got gang-banged at an alumni party,
Saturday night." Sean said with a snarky tone.

"Ah so are you guys best girlfriends now?" Donny taunted.

Sean was quiet. He knew Donny was being a dick but he never gave Donny a
correction. He just let him call him whatever he wanted. Besides, he's been
called alot worse.

"No, I mean, yeah we're friends now. He's just as much as a slut as I am."
Sean started to stroke his stiff cock under his sheets. He loved talking
about how much of a slut he was.

Sean furrowed his brow. He suddenly had a thought of what Donny thought of
him, really.

"Wait. You can't believe Grant is a fag but you CAN believe I am?"

The line was silent for a second. "Oh, Sean. You're so pretty." Donny
mocked him. He said it in a way that said "you're hot as hell but your dumb
as shit."

"What? Tell me why you can believe it about me?"

Fuck, Donny now has to ease his boy's insecurities, again. "Sean. Calm the
fuck down. Don't get your panties in a twist. Of course I didn't fucking
know you were a cumdump. Ever since Jr. High I couldn't fucking contain
myself whenever you walked into the room. I've been lusting after you ever
since the first time I saw you. I've watched you for so long thinking I
would never have you, so, I would just look at you."

Sean began to stroke harder. Fuck, he loved it when guys talked like that
about him. So narcissistic but he didn't care.

Donny's tone turned sarcastic. "Aww, is the big bad jock worried his
buddies will find out he's a faggot? Don't worry, princess. You're still a
big masculine jock stud." His toned turned back to serious. "There, you ok
now, cum-hole?"

Sean ignored the snarky question. "So when you found out, were you as
shocked?

Donny did a palm-plant to his forehead. "Stupid questions. This was bound
to happen. It always does."

"It always does?" Of course, this isn't Donny's first time dominating
anther dude. He now was curious as to who. But he knew better to bring that
up now.

Donny ignored the question. "You're being a whiny cunt. It's always about
you isn't it?" Donny asked. Sean could tell he was rolling his eyes and
frustrated. "You know it gets exhausting reinforcing your manhood."

"I'm just wondering because...because."

"Because you are afraid you did something or said something that might have
given away that you're a big ole cocksucker? Guess what? You didn't. Like I
said before, no one knows your stupid secret. Like with Grant, I was
fucking shocked as shit that you were after my cock."

"When did you suspect me?"

"Hey, Dumbass? I told you before. I saw you on my video lurking like a
child molester from the back of the gym."

Sean's cock was getting raw he was rubbing it so hard.

"At first I didn't know what the fuck you were doing. I just knew you were
there. I thought it was a fluke. But then I started watching all my videos
again and you were in almost every single one.  Fucking pervert. That's
when I knew. But far be it from me to say anything. I thought you were
going to wait for me in the parking lot and rape my ass for all I knew. I
didn't know you liked YOUR ass gang-banged. But I knew that night in the
hallway at school. The way you turned pussy when I confronted you. You went
from big jock to little pussy in seconds. That's when I knew for sure."

Sean gave a sigh of relief. "Ok.

"You good now, cum-breath?"

"Yes. Thank you." Sean replied sheepishly.

"You're jacking aren't you."

"Yeah." Sean admitted.

Sean could hear Donny chuckle into the phone.

"Hmm. I'm still finding this hard to believe. Grant is a big ole fag and a
fucking bottom to boot."

"He's good at it too." Sean blurted out a little to gleefully.

"Since when? How long has he been putting out for dudes?"

"He says his first time was this week."

"He's lying to you, you fucking idiot."

"No he's not. I can tell."

"How?"

"Because I've been with all the dudes who fuck dudes, gay and on the
DL. Someone would have said something to me. I would know."

"I guess you would know." Donny stated passive aggressively, a jealous
tinge to his voice.

Sean started to get a little confused by the tone in Donny's voice. He
didn't know why but it was true. He would know.

"Yeah, I would know.  That bother you?"

"No. Not at all. You're the one who feels like he needs to be fucked to be
a man."

"I know that and I'm fine with it. It is what it is."

"You have issues."

"I have issues? Me?" Sean raised his voice for the first time in the
conversation.

"Why are we talking about this? I want to talk about Grant." Donny said,
wanting to change the subject and get to what really mattered at the
moment.

"Why?"

"Because I want to fuck him, moron. Is he anything like you?"

"What do you mean?"

"I mean does he have ISSUES too?"

"If you mean does he think like me and puts out like me than yes. It's like
we're the same person."

"Fuck Yes! I cannot believe my fucking luck. What the fucking odds. The two
hottest studs in school are god damn faggots. Power bottoms too. The best
kind."

"Well, you're in even more luck. He wants to meet you."

"What?"

"He wants to meet you."

"You told him about me, about us?" Donny's tone very serious.

"Well, yeah. He wanted to know who else was using me."

"Did I say you could tell anyone about me?" Donny responded with anger in
his voice.

Sean gulped. "Oh shit," he said to himself.

"No."

"No I didn't, you stupid fuck!"

"Donny, it's not like everyone doesn't suspect you." Sean took a chance
saying that.

"Of course I know that. I still don't need anyone to know that I am
actually acting on it. I don't need some homophobic asshole to beat the
shit out of me." He yelled into the phone.

"But I would protect you." Sean interjected. "I wouldn't ever let anyone
hurt you."

"You do that and everyone will know we're boning."

Both were quiet for a few seconds.

"I don't care." Sean said quietly.

"What? Yes, you do."

"No, I don't. I'll take that chance and I'll beat the living fuck out of
anyone who tries to confront me."

"You lie. You say that now but if it were to happen, you'd deny it all,
deny me and then go fuck that bitch girlfriend of yours."

"Leave her out of this." Sean was getting bolder again. He didn't want to
remind himself that he was using this girl to hold up his rep.

Donny was losing control of the situation. He needed to get his boy back on
track.

"You know what? What's done is done. Don't let it happen again, you fucking
idiot. All your brains are in your biceps."

Sean calmed down again when he realized Donny was taking control.

"At least you gave me away to a fucking god. This is how this is going to
work. You will bring Grant with you when you get back home. You will come
straight to my house. Plan on staying the night, both of you. Unless you
get all whiny again then you can go home and Grant will stay here and take
my cock all night."

Sean listened and got hard again. His dick had gone soft after their little
argument. The thought of sharing Donny with Grant made him feel high.

"Ok. I will."

"Fuck. I'm going to get to bone that hottest guy in school."

Hearing this made Sean sit up and take notice. Did he just say Grant was
the hottest guy in school? What the fuck. He told me I was the hottest
piece of ass in school.

"Hey!" Sean said in protest.

"Sorry, handsome. You're hot as shit. But Grant, Grant is a little piece of
heaven on earth. You're the second hottest. Doesn't matter because I have
both of you now."

Sean went quiet again. That really pissed him off. Once again, Grant was
showing him up. He could see it now. Donny meets Grant and kicks Sean to
the curb.

"Fine."

"SeanBoy. I'm sorry I said that. That was more dickish than I usually am,"
he said insincerely, "you're still my boy. You're just going to have to
share. You're not going anywhere. Eating your pussy is the highlight of my
week. Sliding into your boy-hole is like a dream. You're going to have my
boys swimming in your gut for a long, long time. Who knows, I may even know
another guy or two who would love to get you two together. Maybe you two
should come as a package deal. You guys could make alot of money, wink,
wink." Donny snickerd.

He didn't know why but that last statement sent him over the edge and he
exploded, shooting cum up all over his face and the wall behind
him. "AGHHHHHHH FUCK!"


Donny laughed. "Ah, you like that? Pimping you out? Makes you cum like
that, damn, handsome. I think we are going to have alot more fun for the
next two years.