The Jock and the Nerd

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"Jesus, what a fucking bore."

"What do you mean?"

"Dude, look at them. We are crushing this idiots!"

"I mean..."

Two athletes, players of the basketball high school team chat. One of them, Thomas, or Tommy as everyone calls him, cracks his neck from side to side as he looks down on the opposing team, having just chained twelve points back to back all by himself.

"You'd think having you midgets in my team would be enough of a handicap to actually give them a chance." He scoffs nudging his teammate and friend in the side.

"Hey fuck you, I'm 5'10!" Lawrence replies, his tone clearly showing how annoyed he is at Tommy's diss.

Though he is 6 foot tall, Tommy is relatively short for a Basketball player, then again, he will argue that he is still in high school and that he is still growing. Yet even with his size, he manages to put players taller than him to shame with his sheer skills and physical abilities. And not just at Basketball too, he's been playing different sports over his high school years, this one just happens to be the latest sport he decided to take on and dominate others at.

"I mean it's still just a friendly match. We're not even keeping scores, man. So relax." Lawrence comments, patting his friend on the back.

"That sounds a lot like what a loser would say, Larry. How the fuck are we even friends?" Tommy retorts in a tone that makes Lawrence question if he is serious or just joking. "If you continue with this attitude you're gonna end up just like those nerds over there." He points at a small group of students sat down at the front row of the spectator seats, playing some kind of board game.

"The fuck's your problem, man?" Lawrence scowls, shaking his head, fed up with Tommy's shitty attitude.

Tommy ignores him and picks up the ball before shooting it in arc aimed at the group of nerds. ~BAM~ He lands a perfect hit right on one of the boys' heads, who then falls backwards in his seat and onto the floor. "Hah! Bullseye!" The jock throws his fist in the air in celebration. Two other nerds check up on their friend to see if he was ok while another one, Damien, looks up to see where the ball came from only to see the culprit and glaring at him with an angry and disgusted expression. Tommy smirks back at him and mouths a 'Fuck you'.

"Did you see the look on his face? I think this idiot was a piece of me." Thomas comments, not once breaking eye contact with Damien. "Look this freak is even fetching the ball like a good little bitch!" He says as he sees Damien stand up and stomping his way towards the two basketball players with the ball under his arm.

Lawrence, shocked by his buddy's behavior, sighs and looks away. "I'm not gonna be part of this this time. Deal with it." He says before walking away.

"Pff, yeah right." Tommy retorts, looking for a come back but falling flat.

"This yours?!" Damien calmly says as he aggressively throws the ball at Tommy with force.

The jock catches it but is forced a couple of steps back as he does. "What was that? Sorry, I don't speak fag." He shoots back, staring down at the shorter boy. "How about you come back when you've grown a pair and look like an actual man, yeah?"

Damien rolls his eyes. It's not the first time someone calls me names because of his looks. Being just under 5'6 foot tall, he makes for an easy target for bullies like Tommy. And the fact that he looks so girly and feminine with his shoulder length, fair chestnut hair, his big, almost anime like brown eyes and long eyelashes, brought out even more by the almost comically big glasses he wears and the cute freckles on his cheeks. His tiny nose and sweet looking lips make most straight guys at school wonder 'Would it really be gay if...?'. Not to forget the curves on him! For a boy, Damien sure seems to be more gifted than most girls he knows. His hourglass body with its wide hips, round bubble butt and near flawless skin make students of all genders go green with envy every time he walks by. All in all, Damien's face, body and even fashion tastes scream girly cutie, but that doesn't stop him from being and acting like a typical dude.

"Curious, could've sworn you were trying to get my attention with how hard you were making yourself stand out from all the other douchebags." He retorts instantly.

"Say that again?!" Thomas's face twists up in rage at the comeback. "Come here you fucking queer, let me teach you a lesson you'll never forget!"

Tommy throws the ball away and starts stomping his way to Damien ready to give the smaller boy a good punch to the face to make him shut up and learn his place. But Damien's fast and already prepared for the confrontation, having already figured this could turn into a fight. As the taller boy reaches for him he simply moves to the side and and hooks a one of Tommy's foot with his own and uses his momentum along with a light push to send the jock forwards, and tumbling towards the ground face first.

"Argh!! You little... FUCKFACE!!" Tommy growls and immediately gets up and charges at the girly nerd. But before he could do anything two of his teammates grab him from behind and hold him back. "LET GO OF ME!! LET ME AT HIM!!"

"What is wrong with you?" One of them, a tall boy with dark skin and a buzz cut, says. "What is with you and getting in trouble, man?!" He holds onto Tommy with a tight grip while his other teammate, a lanky white kid with big square glasses, also tries to hold back their team's star player. "We are NOT gonna lose you from our team because you can't keep it a cool head, alright?!"

Damien watches with a small smirk for a moment, enjoying Tommy's rage out. He bends down and picks up the basket ball and starts dribbling it. "Can't get into a fight, huh? Too bad." He slowly approaches the restrained player as he bounces the ball from one hand to the other. "You ruined my DnD game so I'm gonna ruin something for you too. Was going for your face but I guess that woudn't make me any better than you, huh?"

"Back off bro." The black player warns.

"How about a quick game? One on one, you versus me. First to score ten points wins." He suggests, staring into Tommy's angry eyes.

The two others holding Tommy look at each other for a second before shrugging. "Sounds fair."

"Healthy, even." Another adds.

"Alright, fine! Let go of me already!" Thomas squirms before finally being released. "You're gonna regret coming to school today, Nancy."

"We'll see about that, meathead." The femboy shoots back before taking off his hoodie, leaving him in a black tanktop that hugs his silhouette, making his already pretty narrow waist and wide hips look that much more appealing. He goes back to his friends and hands them the hoodie before grabbing an elastic from one of the other nerds and pulling his hair into a pony tail.

Thomas just watches it all, scoffing. "Look at this shit. Like this little faggot actually thinks he stands a chance." He mutters to his friends.

"Alright, let's do this." The femboy coos, stretching his arms before curling a strand of hair around his ear. "I'm gonna embarrass you in front of all your friends."

"Keep talking. I'm gonna finish this quickly and get back to more serious things." Tommy growls back.

"Finish quickly, huh? Yeah, somehow I'm not surprised." The girly brunette shoots back smugly.

"You mother-" Before he could finish his thought, the angry jock feels a big and strong hand on his shoulder that instantly calm him down. "I'm gonna make you eat those words, bitch."

Lawrence holds the ball between the two, ready to throw it up in the air. "Alright, both ready?" The two give a nod and Larry throws it.

Tommy waste no time and use his size advantage immediately. He jumps high, higher than Damien to get hold of the ball. As soon as his feet hit the ground, he starts backing Damien down with slow, deliberate dribbles. The femboy focused, plants his feet, but Tommy's skill is undeniable. With a quick turn, he fades away and lets the ball fly. With one elegant shot he marks the first point.

"1-0 For Tommy!" Larry shouts.

Damien retrieves the ball nonchalantly, not too impressed by the jock's first play. "Not bad, but let me show you how we play this game." The shorter boy begins bouncing the ball as he moves quickly, dribbling left, then right, his feet light as he tests Tommy's defense and reflexes. A sudden burst, nope he faked right, crosses left, and steppes into a smooth mid-range jumper. He jumps up and the ball archs high before swishing through the net.

"One point for the girly boy!" Lawrence shouts.

Tommy Doesn't let it shake him. He resets, takes possession of the ball, and once again use his size, this time bulldozing his way into the paint. Damien tries to contest, but Tommy simply powers through for an easy layup.

2-1 for Tommy.

Next possession, Damien attempts to drive again, but Tommy anticipates it, staying in front of him. Damien pulls up for another shot but the jock gets in the way and blocks it. "Not gonna make this easy on you, twerp." Thomas spits as he snags the ball. Damien just raises his eyebrows, slightly surprised by the jock actually being half decent at the sport and not being just all bark and no bite. Tommy takes two steps back, and launches a step-back jumper. ~WHOOP~ The ball swishes through effortlessly.

3-1 for Tommy.

Damien scratches the back of his head. "Alright, I'll admit it, you're not as bad as I thought you'd be." His tone carries no smugness or sarcasm, only boredom.

Tommy just scoffs and takes position. He goes to say something but notices something as he wipes the sweat of his brows. Damien is not sweating, not breathing hard, in fact he looks like he's been sitting on the bench this whole time, with the same half lidded, bored look he had at the start of the match.

"The thing is, Tommy... This is just a warm up for me." As Tommy checks the ball, The trap reacts fast, slapping at it and knocking it loose. He sprints beyond the arc and, without hesitation, launches a deep three and ~Swish~ in the hoop the ball goes.

3-2.

Tommy grits his teeth. 'This little shit is fucking with me. Trying to play with my nerves. I'll show you!' He rushes and drives again, but this time, Damien was ready. He swipes down on the ball, tipping it loose once again, then snags it and explodes up the court. Tommy scrambles to recover, but the pretty boy pulls up near the free-throw line and sinks another jumper.

"Wooo! You show him Damien!" One of the nerds cheers.

"This guy is pretty good. Maybe we should add him to the team." One of Tommy's teammates comments, rubbing his jawline

"Three for three! Looks like all bets are open!" Lawrence shouts, acting as the commentator now, it seems.

The confidence is building. Or so would think the average spectator. But for Damien and his friends, it's just another Tuesday. You see, the femboy may look the way he looks, and you would be forgiven to let yourself be deceived by that, especially with the big glasses on his nose, the long slightly oversized shorts he's wearing but the boi is actually pretty lean and athletic. Before transferring to Redmain high, he was the top athlete in most his previous school's sports. If he wasn't number one, he definitely was in the top three. So to him, this is just a little distraction from the the boring day he is having. The trap begins moving faster, his dribbles tighter. Tommy backs up, trying to anticipate a drive, but Damien stops short and let another jumper fly.

4-3.

"Looks like the twerp is catching up Tom, better pick up the pace!" The tall black player shouts to Tommy.

Tommy, frustrated, opts to overpower Damien again, this time using his elbow to create space. He spins and hits a tough contested shot, shaking his head as he walks back to the top of the key.

Damien responds immediately, attacking with a quick crossover. Tommy stays with him, but the femboy plants his foot and hits a beautiful fade-away jumper that kisses off the glass.

5-4 for Damien.

The girly boy takes the lead but Tommy is not about to let that happen. His frustration shows as he rushes a shot, missing off the back iron. Damien grabs the rebound, spins out toward the perimeter, and attacks before Tommy could recover. A high, arching floater rattled in.

6-4 for Damien.

The match goes on for another few minutes and it becomes clear to most of the students watching that Tommy has lost control of the game. Despite the difference in stature between the two, he simply can't keep up with Damien's pace, precision and technique. Not to mention he can't even guard the trap, even with his size advantage. The game has become pretty one-sided. The scoreboard becomes an endless string of Damien's points with the occasional lucky score for the jock.

After a few more agonizingly painful to watch points, we reach the match's Game point. With a score of nine to six in Damien's favor, Tommy plays suffocating defense now, his arms wide, his stance low. He won't let the faggot get an easy shot. But the trap doesn't need easy. He dribbles hard left, faking a drive, then spins back, sending Tommy stumbling just slightly. That was all he needed.

He explodes forward, lifting into the air, and gently laying the ball against the backboard. It rolls around the rim once, twice, then falls in.

"GAME! TEN TO SEVEN FOR THE VISITING TEAM!" Lawrence shouts, a shout sounding like it's coming from the heart, happy, almost too happy to see Tommy lose for once.

Damien steps back, breathing slightly hard, his hands on his hips. Tommy exhales, shaking his head in disbelief. He wipes his forehead and let out a low growl.

"FUUUUUCK!" He whines.

Damien watches the angry jock with a smirk before waving at his friends in the crowd. "Hey, is it alright if I use the showers?" He asks the tall black player.

"Yeah, totally. Name's Anton, by the way." He replies.

"Thanks, Anton." He gives him a nod. "See you around, loser." He shoots at Tommy before walking towards the showers, leaving the sore loser to vent out to his teammates.

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~5 minutes later, in the showers~

Tommy enters the shower room and locks the door behind him. "I'm gonna show you what happens when you fuck with me." He mumbles as he sets down his things, already having the whole thing planned, he is going to beat the little bitch to a bloody pulp. He starts making his way further in and he could hear the water running, it's coming from one of the corner stalls, Damien's stall, no doubt. He slows his step as he approaches the corner stall. The air and his vision is clouded by the hot steam coming from the warm water. The thick mist acts as a partially closed curtain but he can make out the faint outline of the petite trap's naked form, hidden behind the heavy fog. He stops for a moment as he almost subconsciously admires his well curvaceous silhouette, he might just be a male, but he's got the looks of a girl, his body too, every single one of them are more voluptuous and soft than any of the girls in school. Yet something about him also radiates that there is nothing but man under that perfect exterior.

"What a faggot." Tommy whispers under his breath, his voice filled with spite and hate, yet under all that, there was definitely a hint of curiosity.

"Who's there?" Damien spins around, his glasses no longer on his cute little nose. He stares straight at Tommy but doesn't seem to actually seem him. "Is anyone there?" Tommy freezes up and stays silent as a corps. "Fuck, I hate showering in public like this, can't see shit." The femboy steps a bit closer to where the jock is standing but still doesn't seem to notice him. Tommy however notices quite a lot of things. Damien's beautifully soaked hair, with some water dripping from the strands. His cute, girly face, his big beautiful eyes that make his heart skip a beat. The adorable freckles right below them that make him gulp. His slightly plump lips that make him wonder what they would taste like. Then there's his body, his full body and it is everything one could dream of. His lithe frame makes it look like he should be very fragile yet his wet, well toned, body shows otherwise. He is rather thicc, now that he can see him in his full glory. His waist, his wide hips, his smooth chest with his bright pink, perky nipples make his face red and his crotch tingle, but it's when his sight trails down that he feels himself swelling. Damien's abs are nowhere close to being as shredded as his own, only having visible outer line but what really catches Tommy's eye and makes them go wide is what's below his neatly trimmed bush.

Damien's crotch is bare of hair, clean shaven, and between his legs hangs his baby-maker, his womb-crusher, his straight-slayer. To say it was big is a huge understatement, Tommy can't recall ever being that hard before. He is so entranced by what he is seeing that he doesn't even pay attention to his own growing dick straining in against his jockstrap. 'What the fuck... This fag has a fucking hog?!!' He couldn't believe his eyes. This little pathetic excuse of a man has a bigger dick than half of the jocks and probably some of the teachers, and damn is it beautiful. His perfect slab of boi meat and swollen full, saggy testicles. It's smooth olive surface glimmers by the soft lights coming from the ceiling. Even as he looks straight at the sleeping beast, his pupils have to enlarge to accommodate the mass before him. This could change him. Break him. Tear him apart. A warm feeling rises and settles itself inside his core, a feeling that sends a surge of warmth from the inside out, travelling the entire length of his body. Tommy's face contorts into a weird mixture of anger and shock, almost like he is in a daze.

His heart begins pounding in his chest, ringing in his ears so loud he fears Damien might actually hear it too. He covers his mouth as he feels himself at lost of breath, chest slowly beginning to heave. 'No, this isn't happening! Get your shit together Tommy!' He screams internally, fending off and burying any deviant thoughts that creeps into his fully straight and pussy filled mind.

"Must've been the wind, I guess..." Damien mumbles with a smirk before turning and walking back into the stall, resuming his shower. As he does, the starstruck jock remains standing there, his bi-curious gaze now turned to the femboy's beautiful, fat, juicy round ass cheeks, two orbs of olive, hairless globes of fleshy goodness big and soft-looking enough to give any other ass the athlete has gone through a run for its money. 'God, what an ass...'. His fingers start twitching as his hands suddenly feel empty, almost hungry, aching. They slowly begin raising, shaking, following the curve of those two perfect doughy globes. His mouth waters a little as he stares on in lust.

His heart aches and his core is about to catch fire as he slowly reaches out to his desire, a mere 3 inch distance away from him. Just a few more inches and he could grab that lovely fag ass and grope it, toy with it, dig his hungry fingers into it until he begs him to stick his jock cock inside and-

'What the fuck am I thinking...??!' Tommy has a flash of lucidity, of rational thought hits him. He tries to swallow but his throat is dry. He averts his eyes from the lusty demon in front of him and slowly and silently makes his way out of the room.

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~Two hours later, in biology class.~

"... And as you can see here, the lungs send the O2 also called oxygen..."

Twenty five minutes in and Tommy's brain has already checked out. Nothing more boring that biology, he thinks. Then again, he says the same thing in history, geography, math and a few other classes. He watches on as the teacher continues explaining whatever nonsense this lecture is about. It's like he is watching a movie in a foreign language and he forgot to turn on the subtitles.

~Woosh~

A piece of paper crumpled into a ball lands at the jock's desk. He raises an eyebrow and looks around to see who might have thrown it but doesn't spot anything. He picks it up and opens it.

"Enjoyed the show? What did you think of my cock? ; P"

Tommy's heart skips a beat. His eyes widen and he rereads the line several times over. It took him a couple of second but soon his face grows red. He grits his teeth and glances around. He scouts the front of the class before looking behind him at the back of the room. His eyes dart around for a second before settling on Damien, and sure enough, the femboy is looking back and winking at him, his sweet looking smile having turned smug and mocking. The jock turns around, face completely red in embarrassment and anger. He shreds the piece of paper and pockets the pieces, planning to burn them after the class. 'Fuck you! You don't have a clue what you're talking about.' He mumbles in his mind. But before he has time to gaslight himself any further, another paper lands on his desk. he goes to pick it but stops himself. He thinks for a moment, not wanting to play into that nerd's game, but after a couple of second he caves and picks up the paper. He reads it quickly.

"Stay after class, I'll give you a closer look. ; D"

He again shreds it to pieces, his heart now beating faster, his chest heavier. 'I'm gonna kick that faggot's ass, this time he's so fucking dead!' He growls internally. But the bell soon rings and it's time for him to make a choice.

He takes a few deep breaths before grabbing his stuff and getting up. As he does, he can't help but steal a quick glance at Damien and sure enough he is still there, leaning back in his chair and watching the jock with a big playful smile of his pretty face. Tommy's jaw clenches and leaves, Damien sticking his tongue out as he passes the door.

The classroom slowly but surely empties from it's load until only the athletic trap remains. He takes off his glasses and gives them a wipe. He puts them back on before sighing. "Guess I read too much into that..." He mumbles to himself. He packs his things and stands up, ready to leave. At that moment he hears someone clear their throat from the doorway.

He looks up to see an ashamed and embarrassed Tommy looking down as he re-enters the classroom. He closes the door and locks it behind him. Damien's lips stretch into a devious smile as he watches the usually proud and loud jock, now embarrassed quiet, approach him. "So, I take it you want a closer look, huh?"

"Sh-shut up! It's not like I'm a gay or anything!" The jock bites back defensively.

The trap steps up closer, lifting Tommy's chin up with his index, forcing him to look him in his entransing maroon eyes. "Hey, no one said anything about you being gay, I was the one who took the first step here, remember?" His stare is confident but his expression is sweet and warm. "You knw, just because you wanna take a look at another guy's bigger, fatter, horsepipe of a cock, doesn't mean you're gay." He explains, his voice soothing and sweet like honey. "It's like watching an eclipse. You know you shouldn't, you know there'll be heavy consequences, but you still do it. Why? Because that's how we are. Humans are explorers, adventurers. We wanna try out new things and see what could bring us the most joy and pleasure."

Tommy listens to the femboy's sweet and calming words with a bit of surprise and disbelief. He looks the trap right in his eyes, as he searches his mind for the right thing to say back, to defend his pride but the longer he looks at him and into his beautiful eyes, the more lost he becomes, drowning in them like a sailor in the deep blue. He slowly lowers his gaze and Damien's words start to feel real, he slowly starts to see the reason behind them. "So... I-I'm not gay? Just... Curious?"

The brunette shrugs with a soft chuckle. "Pfff, well yeah. If you like cock you're obviously at least bisexual but I guess that could be considered a curiosity too." His smile widens as he leans closer, his breath softly touching the jock's skin as his words caress his heart and soul. "So, Tommy... Do you want to be my little bisexual adventurer?" His whisper, as soft and quiet as a breath, yet still manages to sound more like a siren's call, tempting the jock's curious, lust filled soul, luring it further into the deep, murky water that is desire and curiosity.

"I... I don't know... M-maybe..." Tommy's heart and mind both stop for a second, his brain short circuiting as his words flow out from his mouth without any consent from him. His lips quiver and eyes widen as the words echoe in his brain over and over like a broken record. His heart resumes and his cheeks heat up as he feels something touch his crotch, only to realize it's Damien's own cock, it's hardening length rubbing against his own, their covered bulges touching in ways he has never experienced. "H-hey... You said you only wanted me to watch."

"I said you could take a closer look. That means a lot of things." Damien leans closer to Tommy's ear, his hot breath against his skin as he whispers softly into the jock's ears, his soft and smooth voice sending a tingling feeling through his body that he has never felt before. "Besides... I didn't see any complains coming out of that big, juicy mouth of yours earlier." His words, like the sweetest melody, start to sound less and less like the voice of reason, but the voice of temptation, of the siren. And Tommy finds himself in the boat, at sea, trapped on a one way trip towards Damien, and as his lust and desire starts growing, the waves crash harder against the sides of the boat and the rocks are coming up fast as the ship starts sinking deeper, deeper into the abyss of his own carnal needs and lust. His own voice comes out, weak and raspy, sounding nothing like the one that would usually bark insults and orders.

"H-how can you be sure it'll even fit?" The jock's tone is so submissive that if his friend Lawrence or his other team mates heard him, he would be the butt of jokes for months. Yet right here, right now, all that matters to him is to find out if this gorgeous and curvy girly boy's cock would be a tight fit.

The trap looks at him with a soft expression as his fingers glide from the jock's jaw to his chest, to his abs and to his waistband. He slips a finger under the waistband and glides it all the way behind the young man. "If it doesn't fit..." The brunette smirks and slides the rest of his hand in Tommy's pants, cupping his left cheek in his palm and giving it a nice firm squeeze. "We'll just have to make it fit." He gives it another firm squeeze and slowly pushes it between Tommy's asscrack.

"Ngh..!" The jock lets out a soft grunt, his heart beating so fast, he's afraid it'll burst out. He closes his eyes and turns his head, looking away in shame as Damien's finger moves closer to his untouched puckered hole, yet still can't find the willpower to stop him. The girly boy's digit slides between his soft mounds, stroking up and down. Tommy feels his body shake at the sensation. It's strange and weird at first, yet as his finger rubs and teases his virgin ass more and more, he can't help but let a low grunt escape his mouth. It's an unfamiliar feeling, a bit embarrassing too, yet as Damien's finger touches and rubs his entrance, he feels more and more tingling down south.

"Does it feel good, Tommy?" The femboy's finger prods his entrance with light pressure as he whispers, his sweet, calm voice coaxing the jock further down the rabbit hole of pleasure, his smooth voice acting as a soft cushion that's breaking Tommy's fall. "Mhmmm... Look at you, your ass is eating my finger up, and your cock is hard and leaking already. I bet you've always wondered what it was like, haven't you?" His tone is soft and his expression warm, it almost seems like he knows the young man on a level he's never known before, like he knows his every desire. His finger rubs and prods at the athlete's hole more and more, adding more pressure to it, the tip slowly slipping past his puckered rim and into him, making Tommy moan and shiver in his hold. "Ohhh... Such a sweet, virgin, straight ass... So nice and soft... So smooth... You have no idea what I'm about to do with this precious little thing." Damien licks his lips and inserts the rest of his digit into the jock, earning himself a nice moan as Tommy's knees buckle in pleasure.

"What are... You talking ab- aahhhh~!!"

Tommy moans as Damien's finger sinks all the way in and wiggles it inside. "Hush... Just let the expert guide you... Don't you worry your pretty little head, we'll have a lot of fun together." He slowly retrieves his hand, licking his dipped finger with a satisfied moan then smirks at the jock. "Now be a good little explorer and hold my cock." With his free hand, Damien guides Tommy's hesitatingly trembling hand towards his crotch. "Good boy. Now... Use your free hand to get my dick out. Come on... Don't be shy, it's not like you haven't seen it before." Damien smirks at Tommy's blush as he obliges, his heart and body already submitted to the gorgeous femboy. He drops to his knees in front of the trap, in the middle of the classroom and carefully tugs his waistband and his cock springs up. The trap's beautiful fat horse cock flops up in Tommy's face and slaps his nose and cheek. Tommy's breath gets caught in his throat.

'Jesus! It's even bigger in in clear view!' Tommy stares in amazement, the weight of Damien's fat slab of man meat, it's heavy musk and masculine scent, the size and shape of it's pulsing veins, it's fullness and how it hangs from the base, even his two fat testicles, smooth, shaven, yet still with a hint of fuzz, makes for quite an overwhelming sight for a straight boy like him. Damien's cock is easily a foot long and nearly as thick as Tommy's arm. His crown is wide, mushroomed and domineering. His tip is smooth with a single bulging vein running around it's whole circumference, right up to it's thick and long helmet that hangs just above his foreskin.

The girly brunette tilts the jock's chin up so he looks at him and smiles sweetly. "Well... Go on... I think you know what you're supposed to do. And I have to say I'm dying for a blowjob after the match we had today." Tommy hesitates but slowly gives a nod before lowering his gaze and opening his mouth, his heart beating so fast in his chest that he wonders how is he still able to breath. He brings Damien's thick shaft closer and lets the crown slowly rest on his tongue before closing his lips around the tip and slowly pushing the brunette's fat helmet in his mouth, the taste of Damien's flesh spreading in his mouth, the taste is both salty and bitter and a hint of sweet and Tommy is loving it. It's a weird taste and sensation but as he feels his whole body shudder in delight, he realizes he's quickly falling for the flavor of the trap's meat and precum. The feeling of the cock head in his mouth is indescribable.

The tip of his tongue finds itself rubbing and swirling around the fat helmet, licking around and even pushing and trying to slide in Damien's foreskin, desperate for more of his salty pre, the more he gets the more he wants. And once he gets a whiff of it, his head goes dizzy with desire, it's a sickly sweet, yet strong, and it's smell is musky with a hint of sour. Tommy's heart and body aches as he finds himself more and more intoxicated with the trap's manly scent and taste, and he needs more. He starts licking, sucking, slurping and slobbering on Damien's tip with so much energy and desperation that it's actually pretty impressive for a beginner, like he's been sucking cock all his life, his head bobbing as he devours as much as he can.

Damien's head rolls back, his eyes shut as he takes in the amazing pleasure coming from his cock. "Oooh... Mmm... Fuck yes..." The trap's moans and groans as his cock gets sucked by Tommy, a straight, jock athlete, who was just a few minutes ago one of the school's biggest homophobe, is now sucking and servicing the boy he had the misfortune to piss off. Damien lets out a gasp as he feels the jock's hot, wet mouth engulf the top third of his cock and a moan escape him. The warmth of the jock's mouth and tongue feels so good on his hard, fat rod that it sends a shiver of pleasure throughout his entire body. He brings his left hand and takes Tommy's head in both, running his fingers through the jock's black hair and letting his nails lightly graze the skin, the other hand, the trap holds the boy's jaw, his thumb on the soft part right beneath his chin, gently forcing the athlete to open up and let more and more of his shaft inside, guiding it deeper, and deeper inside. Tommy doesn't even try to resist or hold back as Damien's cock fills his mouth. The tip rubs the roof of his mouth before it slaps down on his tongue, it's heat, size and taste makes the straight jock's mind numb, the tip of his tongue tingles in joy as he takes it in. The femboy's fat rod feels and tastes like it was meant to be inside his mouth. ~GLUCK~GLUCK~GLUCK~GLUCK~GLUCK~ Tommy gags as it starts to poke at his throat but he's so lost in pleasure he doesn't even mind. He sucks and slobbers and licks with all the lust and desire that his straight soul and body holds, desperate for the trap's taste and love. "Mhmmm... You really got some skills with that mouth, straight boy. But I think you can do even better. Why don't we move on to the main dish?" The femboy slowly and gently slides his fat slab out of Tommy's mouth with a pop. A thick line of saliva and precum connects the tip of his cock to the jock's bottom lip as he gives Tommy a devilish grin.

"Mmmhmm~..." Tommy's face is red and his lips wet as he looks up at Damien, a pleading look in his eyes. The femboy smirks down at the athlete, his eyes glistening in a devious and mischievous manner, and he chuckles in a manner that could be mistaken for mocking if you didn't know the nature of his chuckle, Tommy however, does know it's content and it sends a shiver through his whole body. He stands up and his knees are shaking like those of a newborn baby deer. He wobbles over to a table and uses it for support as Damien follows, standing behind him. "W-wai-" He goes to say something but feels a petite, yet firm hand land on his ass cheek and gives it a firm squeeze.

"No talking. Only moans, slut." Damien orders firmly as he slaps the jock's butt cheek and slowly massages it between his fingers. He uses his other hand and wraps it around the athlete's neck, bringing him close and letting him feel his hot breath on the nape of his neck. He leans closer to his ear and whispers softly into it. "I'm going to flip your world upside down... And also turn your guts inside out." His soft voice, along with the femboy's breath against his neck, it all feels so wrong and yet it all feels so right. His whole body feels weak under Damien's hands, like it is surrendering to the brunette, to his will and his touch, and it is. He doesn't even try to resist as the pretty femboy bends him over the table, he just does it. "Good boy. Gonna be a good slut for me, huh?" He teases as Tommy feels him remove his shorts, dropping them down to the floor around his ankles, exposing his jockstrapped ass to the trap. Suddently, he feels the whole situation take on a more... real aspect.

'I can't believe I'm letting a fag fuck me...' He thinks to himself, his face flushed with shame, yet his cock is pulsating hard in his underwear and he is pretty sure he just dribbled precum.

"Mmmh, there's something about fucking a guy in a jockstrap. Makes it look and feel like it's more ass focused, for the guy, that is." He moans softly before aiming the angry head of his fat maiden buster at Tommy's asshole. He rubs the tip between his smooth and toned butt cheeks. "You gonna be walking funny for a while after this... Mmhm... Now... Breathe."

Tommy instantly gets cold feet when he feels the massive python pry his back door. "H-hold on... I think-AhhhRghg!!" His voice gets stuck in his throat as it takes him all his strength not to cry like a little bitch as the hung femboy slides his cock forward and begins slowly pushing in, making Tommy wince and cry out in pain as his tight ass hole gets forced apart by the his straight flipper. The jock's fingers claw and dig at the surface of the table and his teeth grind as he takes it all. 'Jesus Christ!! That thing is not going to fit!!' He thinks in disbelief and pain, but as Damien slowly inserts inch after inch into the athlete's no-longer-straight, toned-yet-kinda-plump-ass, he quickly finds himself wrong, so, so, so wrong.

The girly boy lets out a pleasured, and relieved, moan as he slowly, yet steadily inserts his member inside of Tommy's ass. "Fffffuuuck yeah, there it goes, mmmh, god, why do you jocks have such a tight cunt?" He purrs and pushes in even more. Tommy's eyes roll up into his head, and he is unable to utter a single word. His body trembles and his legs quiver in a mix of pain and pleasure as Damien's thick slab of meat starts pushing past his widened and pink rim.

Thomas is struggling, it hurts like hell but at the same time the femboy's meaty log is also pushing and rubbing against all kinds of sweet spots that draw moans out of him. Particularly, when the monstrous invader's belly brushes against a cetrain bump, a bundle of nerves that causes a bolt of pure bliss to run throughout Tommy's body and cause his mind to go blank, all except for that sensation, that spot of pleasure, like he just got an electric shock that is still flowing throughout him, making his nerves feel on fire. His dick instantly pulses, harder than it's ever been, his precum is leaking out at a steady rate and he's so close to cumming, he can almost feel it. The trap doesn't even stop for a second, he just keeps pushing more and more of his shaft in and it keeps feeling better and better. Damien lets out a long moan as the last inch of his shaft enters the athlete, his cock now completely buried to the hilt inside of the jock's asshole, his smooth shaven crotch, pressing against Tommy's cheeks. The femboy pauses, giving Tommy a moment to get accustomed to having a footlong of fat horse pipe buried all the way inside his previously straight and virgin hole. He smiles down at Tommy's shivering form, the jock's cock pulsating, hard and leaking with precum, pooling inside his undergarment.

He places his hand on Tommy's abs and gives them a gentle caress, then moves it further up, tracing his abs up until his palm and fingers touch his pecs and his chest. "Feels this straight boy? I'm all the way inside you. Now, I'm gonna turn this tight shitter inside out as promised." He gives it a gentle, yet firm, squeeze and begins moving his hips in the other direction, slowly pulling out of Tommy, his hand trailing back down to his hips. "How hard are you, slut?" He moans in a whisper. Tommy reaches a hand down and feels the bulge formed by his dick straining in the fabric of his jockstrap. "V-very hard-AARGHHGOOOD!!"He let's out a whore like moan, his cock pulsating as the devilish trap drives all inches of his fagmaker straight into his hole, causing it to twitch and squeeze on Damien's monster cock as the jock's body convulses and trembles. The brunette smirks deviously as Tommy's face contorts, his mouth opens, his eyes rolling back as three ropes of ballslop leave the tip of his dick and dangle on his undergarments, staining the white fabric in a sticky mess.

Damien looks down at Tommy's shivering form and grins in delight. "Wow, didn't expect you to cum so quickly. Good..." He plants his feet on the ground, hands holding onto the young man's hips and growls sultrly. "... Because that means foreplay is over." Before the jock even had time to come back to his sense, Damien's fat cock is pulling out of him and it's coming back in at full force. A long, hard and rough thrust that shakes the young man's body like he is nothing but a doll for the pretty girly trap. Tommy moans like a bitch in heat, his arms giving way under him, causing him to rest his cheek on the table as he gets his shit pushed in so hard, he could swear his bowels and organs are being molded to to fit the trap's erratic fuck pattern. "You wanted to have a closer look at my fat bitch breaker? Comes at a price, meathead." He thrusts hard inside the jock's tight hole, his eyes rolling back. "Aww... f-fuck yeah, you tight little fag..." His voice comes out a mix between a groan and a growl as he pumps in and out of Tommy's virgin hole. "Yeah... hold on a sec..." He pauses his gut rearrangement for a moment, just long enough for him to raise a foot and rest it on the desk, giving him a better angle and position, a deep squat with all his weight on one foot and the other for counter balance and stability.

And just before Tommy has time to feel a ounce of relief and recovery, Damien comes at him with full force, ramming his cock in balls deep and hard. The bottom's cock pulsates and sprays another load as it is sent back and forth in his underwear. ~~SCHWOP~SCHWOP~SCHWOP~SCHWOP~SCHWOP~SCHWOP~SCHWOP~ There is an obscenely wet and loud slap and squishing sound everytime the trap buries his might flag in the faggot's shitter and his heavy ball bag hits his bare flesh, his hard on almost not stopping to release one after another, coating the his jockstrap and soon the floor in multiple lines and splooge and ballsnot, until soon both areas are stained and dripping and running wet. Every thrust from the femboy reaches farther and deeper into the young man than he has ever felt or believed he could reach.

"Hahaha! Are you seriously still cumming with that floppy lil fagmeat? You'll soon run out of nut, and when that happens, doesn't matter how many times you bust, slut. You won't have a refraction time long enougghhh...!!" With a devilish glim in his eyes and a sadistic grin on his face, the trap pivots and aims his crown at Tommy's prostate, crushing it hard each time he drives his bullpipe balls deep.

"Ohh f-fuuuck-Uh!!!" Tommy's mind goes blank. Bliss overtakes his very existence as his body spasms. His cum-buzzer is constantly being flattened, punched, poked, and hammered by Damien's girl-thy cock. His voice turns slurred, sounding more and more like a cock-drunk cumdump.

The trap is ramming his beef baton in and out with reckless abandon, putting his body weight in his foot planted on the floor as his hips and legs keep snapping at top speed, pumping that fagcatcher with no end in sight. In and out. His heavy cumbombs swing around wildly with each and every slam, feeling the room with sinfully lewd ~PLAP~PLAP~PLAP~PLAP~PLAPs~. "Ah, fuck!! I'm gonna blow! ARGH SHIIT CATCH MY CUM YOU DUMB FAG!!!" Suddenly, Damien gives a powerful and calculated thrust that reaches deep down, pushing his fat crown right in the pit of the athlete's intestines, as if looking for the poor bastard's womb, before pouring his heavy load inside his guts, filling his tummy in the most savage and humiliating fashion.

"Aaahrghhh!! G-GOOODDD!!" Tommy cries out, his mind going blank. His toes curl and his back arches before he goes limp as the trap empties his massive seed tank in his belly.

Damien hoses down Tommy's intestines with his hot and virile load of ball broth until he's satisfied. He pauses to catch his breath before giving another, single thrust and burying all the way back in, pushing some of the thick and warm baby batter back out and painting his ass in a thin coat of boinut. He sighs happily. "Fuck... Good fuck..." He gives a few lazy pumps, just enough to push out the rest of his seed into Tommy's butt before slowly sliding out of his new cumrag and admiring his handy work. His flaccid cock, glistening by the cum that covers it, leaving a sticky trail between it's fat shaft and the jock's freshly gaped hole as he slowly and gently removes it, allowing some of the excess to slowly run out and drip on the floor, before it clenches back into a tight rosebud, winking and leaking thick globs of white jizz.

The horsecocked trap wipes his fuck club on Tommy's shirt before tucking it and walking up to his face, now flopped onto the desk, drooling and breathing heavily. "That felt good. By the dumb look on your face I'd say you agree. You're a great fuck, Tommy." He pulls out a pen from his bag and scribbles something down on his hand. "That's my phone number, call me if you feel like it again or wanna hang out some time. I don't give my number to just any dude." He gives him a smooch on the cheek, winking and giving Tommy's ass one final firm slap before grabbing his stuff and heading for the door.

THE END.