The Jock and the Nerd Ch. 02

It's been five days since that fateful day, when Tommy got the worst (or best) pounding of his life from the cute and quite hung Damien boy. Ever since that day, the two have been pretty much inseparable. Tommy's asshole has barely healed back up to normal size that the femboy was already gaping it two or three times a day. Of course, to the public eye, his friends and the whole school, Tommy hates Damien's guts and vice versa, the jock would insult the nerd, throw a couple of slurs, Damien would bite back before going about their day, sometimes Tommy would get physical to sell the mascarade, but nothing too bad. In closed doors, however, it was a whole other story.

Damien isn't mean by nature, he is quite the nice guy, but when it comes to sex, or to be exact, breeding a cock hungry fag, he becomes a completely different animal. Tommy can attest as for the past few days, aside from rearranging his guts and molding his shitter to his girlycock's shape, he's been rewiring Tommy's mind.

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~Day 1, The day after the classroom 'incident'~

Tommy is staring blankly at the inside of his locker, his brain replaying the events that unfolded the day before. "Why the fuck did I do that...? What was I thinking?! It was a one time thing, that's all." He slams his locker closed. "Yeah, a one time thing."

"A one time thing? Oh really?" A voice suddenly echoes from behind. The jock freezes in place, a feeling of dread and a hint of anticipation taking hold of him. "Because I would love to have another 'one time' with you, slut." A sultry feminine voice says before a pair of hands grope the athlete's ass through his sweatpants and gives his meaty cheeks a squeeze. Tommy jumps forward and spins around to face the culprit. It's Damien, of course it's him. The brunette is leaning against the lockers, his hair neatly combed back, neatly readjusting his glasses with his middle finger as he smiles warmly. He is dressed in a tiny black tank top and white shorts and sneakers. The tank top is pretty tight and Tommy can't help but notice how it perfectly hugs his silhouette, and frames his drawn abs so perfectly, it makes the young man's mouth water slightly at the sight.

Once he broke out of his reverie, Tommy makes sure no one in the hallway noticed the trap groping him. "Relax, dude. I know you wouldn't just come out right after what happened yesterday. I made sure the coats was clear before doing that." Damien explains in a calm and almost friendly voice, which seems to appease Tommy's worries for the moment.

"Y-you can do that, not in at school!" He hisses under his breath.

"Oh? Does that mean it's alright for me to do 'that' outside of school?" The girly boy teases with a knowing grin.

Tommy's face turns redder than a ripe tomato. "What? NO! Of course not- You know what I meant!" His reaction makes the brunette giggle.

~RIIIIIIING~

The school's bell rings and the students begin moving and head to their classes. The young man closes his locker and begins walking away to his class when he is stopped by Damien's hand pulling his arm. The jock immediately tugs it free from his grasp. "Let go, what do you think you're doing?!" His eyes darting left and right, checking to see if anyone saw that.

Damien just rolls his eyes. "Chill dude. No one saw anything. You're not the center of the universe!" He steps closer. "And even if they did, what's the problem? Scared they find out you moan like a little bitch when I shove my nice, fat, juicy fuck meat up your tight butt?" His whisper makes the jock shiver as it tickles his ears and his breath his skin. Damien's free hand lands on his pec and slowly glides down, the young man's eyes widening as the other's hand touches and palms his cock through the thick fabric of his jeans. His fingers grazing the shaft before moving further up until he finds his tip, slowly stroking it through his sweats.

All his being is scream for Tommy to get away, punch him or both, but for some reason all he does is look around with a worried expression, watching the other students who just keep passing by and not paying any semblance of attention to the two. Eventually, the hallway becomes empty, every bystander gone. The jock should be relieved by this, but instead he begins sweating even more as this means Damien and him are all alone, with no one to interrupt them. His heart beats harder in his chest, he feels a tingling in his gut that's sending his nerves all over the place. Noticing this, Damien lets out a chuckle. "Oh relax man, I'm not about to fuck you in the middle of the hallway, however tempting that sounds." He teases. But right as Tommy deflates, his guard dropping, the femboy slips a hand into his own shorts, grabs his sack and gives it a nice, pleasing squeeze, coating his palm and fingers in his balls' scent before retrieving his hand and grabbing Tommy's face with it.

"Wha-!" Before he could react, the young athlete's mind swims in a sea of the femboy's musky scent coming from Damien's fingers, it's smell so intense he almost feels it. He lets out a whorish moan before quickly snapping out of it and pushing him off. He grabs Damien and pulls him in the direction of a janitor's closet, dragging him along in the direction of said closet. He opens it and pulls both of them in. He looks down at the brunette, who has an eyebrow raised at his actions.

"Are you sure about this...? We might be late." The girly boy crosses his arms with an amused smile, his tone calm but with a hint of teasing and a pinch of mocking, Tommy just huffs, looking away.

"I-I don't know what you're talking about, I'm straight!" The jock stammers and fumbles on his words.

"Of course you are, buddy..." Damien says with half sarcastic tone as he drops his bag onto the floor and nonchalantly starts pulling down his shorts, freeing his fat flaccid slab of boibeef. "... If you say so."

"What are you doing?" Tommy asks, his eyes glued to that thing like a junky eyeing a vial of morphine. His heart thumps like he's just been through a workout.

"Me? Oh don't mind me, I'm just giving you the boi cock fix you seem to need so desperately." He rests a hand on his shaft, wraps his fingers around it and gives it a couple of strokes. Half way through his third tug, Tommy drops to his knees in front of him, ready to worship at the altar of his new god. Damien smiles and hums gleefully. "Good boy." His voice, his smell and his aura all hit the athlete at once, he takes a whiff and inhales the pheromones and musky aroma that the brunette produces and emanates, and that shit feels like an aphrodisiac that only Tommy seems to feel. "There's no shame in wanting a nice cock to play with. There's nothing wrong in taking a fat boi stick and bouncing on it until you get the biggest nut you've ever had." Damien continues, his hand moving to the back of Tommy's head. The young man just takes the bait, leaning forward until his face is resting in the trap's bloated cum kegs. "Mmmh, just like that, take a big, nice whiff, slut." And Tommy obeys as he breathes in more of his scent and nuzzles them with his cheeks and forehead, almost worshiping the hung femboy. Damien chuckles and pets his hair, watching as the jock takes pleasure in nuzzling his balls with his nose, his eyes closed. He lets out a moan when the brunette grabs the back of his head and pulls him back. "Good, now, let me baptize you, faggot." The brunette smacks his angry cock's drooling head on the slut's cheek with a wet ~SPLAT~ and rubs, smearing it, his nose and forehead before landing on his other cheek as it grows to it's full hardness, slapping and smacking him a few time before the hungry fag grabs it with one hand, pressing his thumb on his smooth underside, and using his tongue to trace and follow his pulsing bulging veins as his mouth makes love to the underside of his fat femcock. He kisses it, licks it, moans and drools on it until it is covered in his spit, then, the trap stops him by pulling on his hair again and looking down at him, his face is flushed with desire, his expression needy and he is smiling, like a drugged addict who finally got his fix. "Open wide, faggot. Get a mouthful of this fuck pillar." The jock instantly obeys and opens his mouth for his new god.

"MMMPH!" Before he can even make a sound, Damien rams the tip of his meat stick into Tommy's mouth. It's taste and musky, salty smell makes his eyes roll up and his body fly up to cloud nine as he swallows as much of his shaft inside his mouth as possible.

The trap throws his head back, moaning as Tommy's tongue dances and slaps around his crown and tip. "Ughh.. FUCK yeah. Uhh, your mouth feels like heaven, you filthy fucking slut..." He holds the jock's head and pulls out to the tip before pushing in. "Mhmmm... Fuck, yes... Ah, there it goes..." His shaft sliding all the way inside the other's mouth until the tip hits the back of his throat and he feels the gurgling sound and vibration coming from it, pure bliss. Damien begins pulling back, the spit soaked shaft glistening as he removes it, the young man's lips still wrapped around his meat log and clinging on the rod until they can't anymore. When the tip exits the young man's mouth, Tommy can't help but lick and smooch it like it's a treat.

Damien smiles down at him and strokes his hair. "I have to say, Tommy, for someone who says he is 'straight', you really seem to know how to treat a guy's meat, even with your inexperience." The femboy gives a pat on the cheek before moving the fat crown between the young man's lips with a smile. "As much as I would love to make breed and fuck you like the filthy, lewd faggot that you are, I gotta get to class so..." He begins pumping his fat femstick inside the slut's mouth with more speed.

~GLUCK~GLUCK~GLUCK~GLUCK~GLUCK~GLUCK~GLUCK~

Tommy's eyes water and tears begins rolling down his cheeks as his throat and mouth is invaded over and over by the trap's foot-long schlong. He doesn't fight it, though. In fact, he takes it and embraces it, resting his hands on the femboy's thick and toned thighs as he savors every minute, every thrust of the brunette's shaft and every inch of his femcock. He knows that in the next couple of minutes he'll have a faceful of thick and heavy ball soup, and it only excites him further. The hung trap groans and his cock flexes in the slut's throat.

"Mmmhhhh fuck yeah! Swallow all my seed, TOMMYYYY!!!." Damien throws his head back, a long and loud groan escaping his lips as he releases a thick and heavy torrent of boinut right down the jock's throat and into his belly. He holds the slut's face firmly into his crotch, burying all the inches of his throbbing fuck pole inside his gullet until every rope and every drop is spent and only his cream is left swirling in the athlete's windpipe and belly. Tommy takes it like the good slut that he is. His cheeks and stomach swell and distend from all the cum being deposited in them, the pressure on his throat so strong he can feel the pulsations of the veins of his new master's fagmaker, the pressure of the massive slab of horsepipe stuffing his throat is enough to send him to heaven as he feels his own dick jump in his pants and spew his watery seed in his underwear, creating a small puddle in them, coating his sack in it.

Once he's finally finished, Damien pulls out slowly and wipes the last few drops of his creamy load on his sub's cheek before tucking himself back in. "Mmmm, good boy. See you after school." Tommy just kneels there, catching his breath with cum dripping from his lips, and as Damien makes his way out the door.

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~Day 2~

~Redmain's School cafeteria.~

Tommy is sitting down at one of the tables reserved for the school's athletes, the VIP table so to speak. He chats with two of his friends from the his basketball team as he eats his lunch, a high protein, low glucid and gluten free meal packed by his dad.

"Erghh, some more chicken breast, great...." He sarcastically says under his breath as he bites into a drumstick.

"I hear you man, the chicken is like, dry as fuck and the chicken salad is gross. And that's coming from me, who's mom owns a chicken restaurant and is a big eater of poultry." Lawrence, the team's forward who is sitting across him says in disgust. He's one of the only other people that the jock is okay talking to, mainly because the rest of the team don't like Tommy much and Lawrence is the only one who actually puts up with his shit.

"Is this worth it, you think?" Tommy inquires.

"What?" Larry replies, mouth full of whatever he is chewing on at the moment.'

"This! All this shit we have to put up with... " The jock continues. "The training, this shitty food, the... " He trails off as something enters his field of view. Damien, looking around the cafeteria as if searching for something or someone. He locks eyes with Tommy and smirks before marching his way, his lunch plater in hands.

"I feel you man, it can get tough sometimes but you know what they say, no pain no gain. Gotta suffer to get that bag, you what I'm saying?" Larry says back but Tommy isn't paying attention at the moment, too busy trying to figure out why is the hung femboy is approaching.

"Oh hey, Tommy.~"

Too late, Damien greets the athlete before he had time to get out of there. The other player besides Lawrence had already gone, probably when Thomas was gawking at the trap.

"You're that nerd from the basket ball match, right?" Lawrence asks with a raised eyebrow, turning around to face Damien then looking back at Tommy for confirmation.

"The one that kicked this big guy's ass in front of all his friends like I promised I would do? Yeah, that's me." The femboy replies in a snarky tone as Tommy's face turns red with both anger and embarrassment.

"Don't you have to be with your own group of friends, faggot?!" The Tommy says through gritted teeth, his fists balling and eyes throwing daggers at Damien, but he doesn't even flinch, if anything, his cocky expression only widens.

"Maybe I am, and you just happen to be in my seat. You don't own this table, do you? So you don't really have anything to say." Damien states before he shoves Lawrence on the bench to make some space.

"Oh shit!" The team's forward grunts as he slides down to make room for the femboy to sit next to him. "The fuck, man?! That was rude as fuck!" He exclaims but Damien doesn't even listen to him or acknowledge what he's saying. His focus is completely on the athlete sitting opposite from him, a smirk plastered on his face, as if he had something up his sleeve.

"So, what were you guys talking about?" Damien asks as he shoves a spoonful of his lunch in his mouth.

Tommy exchanges a confused look with his friend before speaking. "Euh... just random shit but why are evEN HERE!!" His voice pitch up high mid sentence as he feels something press against his crotch, making him jump in his seat. He looks down to see the tip of Damien's sneaker rubbing on the young man's package through his pants and shorts. His face instantly turns red with embarrassment, looking up at Damien's smug face in shock.

"I see, well talk about random shit, I saw that one guy the other day and he reminded me of that one actor in that old movie... Eh, what was it called again..." He feigns thinking as he presses harder on the jock's groin. "Tommy, know which what I'm talking about?"

"Gonna. Need. More. Details... " He grits his teeth at him, trying to keep a straight face as he speaks.

The femboy taps his forehead with his palm. "Oh, of course, what am I stupid? It was that old mummy movie, you know the one where the mummy looks like a decaying corpse, no bandages at all." All while he talks, Damien had removed his shoe and started massaging the athlete's cock through the thin layer of clothing covering his manhood. Tommy can't help but let out a long and high pitch groan of pleasure that almost sounds like a squeak and makes Lawrence, do a double take.

"You okay there, man? That sound was... Weird." Larry asks, sounding almost scared and worried for his friend. Tommy's eyes widen and he clears his throat, nodding quickly.

"Ye-Yes. Yeah, yeah, I'm alright." The young man replies. "But yeah, I don't really know any movie that has a mummy like that."

Damien shakes his head, looking disappointed. "Are you sure, I'm sure you know the movie. Come on, think." The femboy adds pressure with his sole, rubbing the length of the jock's shaft as his cock swells in his pants.

"Th-the one with Brendan... Arghh... F-Fraser??!" He groans out between two deep breaths.

"YES! THAT ONE!" As soon as Tommy gives his answer, Damien pulls back his foot. "That guy, I saw someone that looked just like him, but you know, younger." He says then continues eating.

"That's your story....?" Larry asks with a slight frown. "I'll see you at practice, dude." He tells his friend before getting up and leaving.

Damien waves Lawrence good by then slowly turns to face his prey with a growing smile. "Alone at last." The jock is staring at his plate with a flushed expression, breathing heavily. "So... how you been?"

"That... That was too fucking risky!!" He hisses between clenched teeth as he glares at Damien. "Larry was right fucking there!!"

"Oh come on, that guys is as dense as they come." He says dismissively with a hand wave. "He would never have found out even if I pulled out my cock and made you swallow it in front of him.'' He jokes, taking another spoonful of his meal. "So, how have you been?"

Tommy tries to do abstraction of his blue balls and calm himself. "Not good. Not since you've entered my life!" He bites back.

Damien doesn't react, however, and instead just continues to eat his lunch. "Oh come on Tom, no need to lie to yourself, you had a completely different attitude yesterday, in the janitor's closet. You can't tell me you didn't enjoy it, not even a tinnie tiny little bit." There it is again, his shit eating grin.

"Why won't you just leave me alone, man? You won the game, okay? You -" Tommy stops himself as he tries to think of a less humiliating way to phrase the fact that he fucked him and made him cum then a day later made him choke on his cock and painted his face like cheap, two dollars whore. "... You had your little fun, okay? Now just fuck off my life!"

The trap leans over the table and looks Tommy straight in the eye, a mischievous glint in his as he says. "I though I told you, didn't I? Life is so much more fun with a little risk and adventure." He winks at him and resumes eating his meal, giggling as he watches the man deflate in his seat.

Tommy balls his fists. He's not much of a violent guy, sure he likes to bully others, tease them, get on their nerves but he usually only gets in a fight as last resort. Then again, this twerp is threatening his whole sociale life. If anyone finds out about this, his life would be over. 'So why can I fucking get pissed enough to want to beat the shit out of him??!' He thinks to himself. Something about Damien just appeals to him, pacifies him, brings out his submissive side. Why? How? He doesn't know but one thing is sure, this is only the beginning.

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~Day 3~

~Redmain school's gym's store room~

~KNOCK~KNOCK~KNOCK~

The coach's fist pounds loudly on the door. "WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING IN THERE SON?" He yells at the player he sent to get some equipment over fifteen minutes ago, now. "AND WHY IS THIS DOOR LOCKED??"

"I... shit... M-must've locked on it's... o-own!... I... I'm almost th-there... c-coach!" A tired, and out of breath Tommy yells back between two labored breaths.

"WELL GET A MOVE ONE THEN!" The coach adds, with a final knock on the door before returning to the others.

~Pant~pant~pant~

"I- I think he bought it-" Before he could even finish his sentence, the femboy, Damien, who has his hard, pulsing meat in his colon and who had to pause his breeding session because of the coach, slides his sweat and precum soaked boxers over Tommy's head before he resumes his pounding the second he heard him leave.

~PLAP~PLAP~PLAP~PLAP~PLAP~PLAP~PLAP~PLAP~PLAP~PLAP~PLAP~

Tommy digs his nails into the wall, teeth and jaw clenched tight, eyes rolling back as he struggles more and more to keep his sanity hold back his whorish moans, his basketball shorts around his ankles as he gets mercilessly plowed from behind by Damien.

"Are you getting close? I think you are, I can tell by how fucking tight your cunt is gripping me." The nerdy trap teases, Tommy's smooth, toned bare asscheeks clapping and pancaking against Damien's crotch as he slams into them, his full balls swaying back and forth, bullying the player's sack, coaxing it it to spill it's content for the sixth time today. It does take much more convincing for Tommy as his dick has been throbbing, swollen and leaking precum like a faucet onto the floor for a while now. "Come on, you slut! Cum on daddy's cock, go on!" His grip tightens on the athlete's hips as he begins pumping with more speed, putting his back into his thrusts, forcing his bitch tamer balls deep, into his guts, over and over a few times.

"AAAAAAGGGHH GOD!!!! Fuck.... Mmmm, fuuuckkkk!!" The jock moans as he climaxes hard, letting more and more of the trap's erotic and manly scent invade his nostrils and lungs with each erratic breath his takes as he shoots two thick ropes of goop and half a dozen thinner more before it dies down to small watery and weak drip.

"Ahhhh, shit! I love when you tighten up like that! God, here it cums!!" As Tommy blows his load for the last time, with a grunt, Damien pulls him close and holds his pelvis firmly against his own as his meaty hose pulses hard in his colon, his belly filling with warmth as he releases his hot sauce into his bowels. A long and heavy glob of ball gravy explodes out of his pisser, followed by a large torrent of seed splattering the jock's love tunnel, painting it in multiple coats of white. "Fuck, I love this tight pussy." The trap mumbles to himself.

Tommy shudders, breathing heavily, his eyes shut and body trembling, and his knees bucking with each throb Damien's monster gives. Once the femboy is finally finished dumping his load inside him, he pulls out his glistening schlong, letting go of the jock's waist, a loud smack sounding through the room as Tommy collapses onto the floor with his ass cheeks spread, leaking an obscene amount of creamy treat between them. "Holy shit..." He mumbles under his breath.

"Don't know about holy but shit is right." Damien retorts with a chuckle, wiping the sweat off his brows. "Better get this equipment to the coach before he comes back." He says as he pulls up his ripped jeans. "You can keep my boxer, too." He winks at him before leaving the room.

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~Day 4~

~Tommy's house~

~Bzzz~Bzzz~

Tommy's phone buzzes as he receives yet another message. At this point it's not mystery who it's from. Damien has been sending him lewd and obscene messages all day and it has been hard to resist him. He doesn't know why, but every time he receives one, he can feel a heat in the pit of his belly.

D: What are you wearing?

The young athlete gulps before he types in a response, biting his lips.

T: Sweat pants and a hoodie.

A few seconds go by, and a second message pops up.

D: Anything else?

His heart thumps hard in his chest as his dick jumps in his underwear at the question. He looks down at the tent he is sporting under his pants before his gaze shifts back to his phone. He can feel the trap's fingers stroking his shaft through the thin layers of fabric, as if they are real, he can almost feel them as they move to the head of his pulsating rod. Tommy takes a deep breath, then types in a response, feeling his heart pounding hard in his chest.

T: A pair of briefs.

D: I see. I can't help but imagine them right now. Are they grey?

The young man takes a moment, he gulps, his fingers hover over the phone's screen for a second, hesitating to answer, his cheeks reddening before his hands start typing in his response, slowly and carefully.

T: Yeah, they are.

He closes his eyes as he sends his text, knowing what's coming, or rather who.

~Bzzz~Bzzz~

Another message, with an attachment this time, Thomas takes a deep breath and opens it, it's a picture of the brunette's small hand, holding his cock, making it look even more massive in comparison, showing off it's impressive size, and making Tommy lick his lower lip. It's already half hard and he can't believe he fit the whole thing in his ass.

D: I wonder what your grey briefs would look like wrapped around this.

His breathing becomes shallow and erratic, and he can't help but stare at it. A new message pops up on his screen.

D: I'm hard just thinking about your hole hugging and clenching on me as you moan my name.

Another picture. Tommy's dick is already throbbing painfully under his pants at this point. This one is of Damien's full hard-on. It's dripping pre at the tip, a long and thick string of the translucent goop connected to his bulbous crown as he gives the camera a knowing smirk, Tommy can almost feel his hot breath against his face as if he was really in front of him. His face flushes red, and his hand trembles as it reaches down to palm at the massive bulge that his own cock is sporting, he doesn't resist for more than a few seconds before he opens his zipper and frees his pulsing slab of meat, instantly stroking himself.

D: Enjoy the fapping material, slut. You'll get the real deal tomorrow.

Tommy bites his lips, his hand is flying over his manmeat. He reaches into his drawer and pulls out the femboy's underwear that kept from the day before. He presses the fabric to his nose, taking in the manly aroma coming from his master's musky balls and he feels a rush go through him. It sends him right to the edge and with one last stroke he feels a heavy spurt of hot baby batter erupt from the tip of his rod and land on his abs.

"Fuck..." He moans as he bathes in the after glow of his orgasm. With half lidded eyes, he stairs at his phone screen. He waits sometime for his member to recover then goes at it again.

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~Day 5, present day~

~Redmain school's football field~

Tommy heads to his destination, his nose down, staring at his phone and rereading the message sent by his alpha a few classes ago.

D: Meet me under the football field's spectator seats after school. I have something I wanna tell you.

"What could he want to tell me?" The jock mumbles as he makes his way through the field. "And why there? That's a pretty... discrete spot, too..." He wonders. No matter, only a few dozen feet now and he'll know. "Is he gonna? No... no way he'd ask me out... More chances of him asking to fuck there in public than actually asking me to be his boyfriend..." He thinks before shaking his head. "... N-not like I give a fuck... He can go fuck himself..." He adds unnecessarily, as if to convince himself of something.

Finally, Tommy reaches his destination. He gets to the underside of the stands and the first thing he notices is the faint and dim lighting that he has to get used to as his eyes adjust. It is pretty dark, with the exception of the little sun rays of light coming through the bleachers. He looks around for a moment and spots a familiar silhouette in the distance, Damien, wearing the same clothes as last time but this time, with a short sleeve shirt on top, and to Tommy's surprise, he isn't alone. Three other guys are there, all of which are standing close to Damien, surrounding him.

As the jock gets closer, he hears them arguing. "Fuck off fuck face, I'm waiting for someone." Damien, true to himself doesn't know how to hold his tongue.

One of the guys, that Tommy now recognizes as being Terry, one of the football team players, gives Damien a light shove. "Yeah? who, your dealer?"

"Nah, I think he's waiting for his client, is more likely." Another says, giving him another push. "Look at him, this faggot has to be selling."

"YOU TOUCH ME AGAIN AND YOU'RE FUCKING DEAD!" Damien snaps at Terry, shoving him back, putting strength behind it, forcing the second guy to take a step back.

Tommy's nails dig into his palms as he watches this, his teeth grinding and his jaw clenching to the point of risking to shatter his pretty teeth. He fast walks up to the group, his stance rigid and tense, ready to throw hands at any trigger. "HEY! What's going on here?!"

The three jocks finally take notice of his arrival, they exchange a look and smile. "Tommy! My man! What are you doing here?" Terry greets with an insincere grin.

"Could ask you the same question. But from where I'm standing, looks like you're about to do something to this fella." Tommy's eyes focus on Damien, making sure he's okay and that no harm has come to him before shifting his attention back to the men in front of him.

The third athlete who has been quiet until now raises an eyebrow. "What's it to you, huh? Wanna give him a beating too? Get in line bitch."

"What'd you just say to me?" Tommy takes a step in his direction before being stopped by Terry putting his hand on his chest.

"Relax Tom, that's just Dick being a dick. Don't pay him no mind." The football player says in a calm yet menacing tone before looking back at the other guy. "Shut your trap, Dick." He turns to face Tommy, looking at him right in the eyes. "He's got a point though, what's it to you, man?"

Tommy looks at him, then at Damien, who is keeping quiet for some reason and is just watching and observing things unravel. He does look somewhat relieved that his favorite jock showed up in the nick of time. The basketball player feels his heart racing as his fight or fly instinct kicks in. 'Three against one, this is gonna be bad. Even if Damien helps, these guys are roid monsters, there's no way we can take them.' Tommy thinks, weighing his options.

"Hey, did you hear what he said? He said what's it to you, punk? Answer him!" The second jock snaps him out of his thought.

The young man clenches his jaw and closes his eyes for a moment. He swallows with a gulp then opens them and looks Terry dead in the eye. "He's my boyfriend, so you better fuck off of him." He simply says, his voice clear and steady, even if his legs are trembling. The second jock and Dick begin to laugh while Terry keeps quiet, he just stares back, looking the young man over for a moment, then smiles.

"You for real?" The footballer asks.

"Did I stutter?"

Terry scoffs and chuckles. "Alright, alright. Fine." He shrugs then turns to leave. "C'mon guys, let's leave these two faggots to have some alone time." He walks past Tommy who stays still. The other two exchange a doubtful look before shrugging and following their leader.

Tommy stands still for a moment then finally relaxes and sighs. "Fuck! That was tense as shit!"

Damien snickers at him. "Really? I didn't notice." He says with a slight sarcasm. "So... Boyfriend huh? Never would have guessed that one, really. That's pretty gay, you know that right?" He gives Tommy a friendly tap on the shoulder before hugging him and resting his face against his big, muscular chest. "But, you're pretty much one anyway." He looks up at the basketball player, grinning and giving him a wink before leaning in and smooching him on the cheek.

Usually, Tommy would bite back with a snarky 'fuck off' or 'you bought that too?' but he just takes it. "S-so... Why did you wanna talk to me here?" He asks, remembering why he had to come all the way here.

The femboy's expression changes as he has an 'oh shit' moment. He called the jock over to ask him if he could replace one of the players at his DnD table next week that won't make it then. But after what just happened, the boy feels bad about admitting that.

He shakes his head and clears his throat. "H-how about I just show you, fag." The nerdy boy says as he walks further under the bleachers, where the darkness is thicker.

Tommy just stands there for a moment, his heart still racing and his hands clenching and unclenching as he watches the brunette disappear into the dark. The young man smiles in defeat before following behind.

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~5 minutes later~

~PLAP~PLAP~PLAP~PLAP~PLAP~

"AHHGRRH! FUCK, D-DAMIEN!!" Tommy moans, arms around the fit femboy's neck, legs wrapped around his waist as Damien is lifting him off his throbbing fuck pillar and slamming him back down onto it with an incredible amount of strength. His meaty asscheeks rippling, clapping and slapping on the trap's crotch, and his hard shaft bouncing and smacking him in the abs as his hole gets filled and stuffed to the brim with his new boyfriend's girly cock.

"Yes! Uhhhh... That's it, baby. Keep those moans coming." Damien says through clenched teeth. He's leaning on his back against the wall of the bleachers. "God, this cunt feels amazing wrapped around me like this, it's almost like you were born to take my cock..." The femboy lets out a low groan before giving a long lick up the athlete's neck, tasting the sweat on his skin as he enjoys the sensation of their crotches slapping against one another.

~SLAP~SLAP~SLAP~SLAP~SLAP~SLAP~SLAP~SLAP~

He pauses, pulling Tommy off him and letting the jock down before turning him around and bending him over the bench next to them. He gives the meaty ass a firm slap before shoving all inches of his boi meat back into the needy hole, pushing past the ring of tight muscle.

"UGH FUCKK!" Tommy exclaims as the trap bottoms out into his guts and the brunette resumes fucking him with reckless abandon. The femboy is now pushing all of his weight down and leaning over the athlete's body, holding him by the back of his head with one hand as the other holds his hips to keep his ass firmly planted on his crotch, making sure to grind on the other's prostate with every thrust. Tommy lets out a low and whorish moan, drooling as he pants and moans like a bitch in heat. The trap pulls him by his hair and leans in closer to whisper into his ear. "Come on, scream louder for me." Damien's breath against his ear and neck sends a chill down Tommy's spine. His cheeks burn red.

"Fuuuuckk!! Shit! Ahhh!!" He throws his head back and moans with each thrust. boyfriend's can thick cock hitting his p-spot dead on each and every time prompting own rod to throb and drool all over himself and smearing his abs in his precum as it jumps around from Damien's relentless gut molding.

"Who owns this ass?" Damien grunts.

Tommy pants, drooling like an animal, his brain all but shut off from the constant stimulation and abuse his prostate is taking. The jock only manages to answer with a drawn out "Nnngh... Y-youuuuu..."

"Yeah that's right. Fucking. YEAH!!" He punctuates the last word by slamming into him, balls deep. He stays buried there and leans down over the jock's body. "Good slut. Good boyfriend. Now, you're gonna cum for like the going boy you are, yeah?" Damien teases and nibbles on his ear. His hand wraps around his cock, pulling back the skin, and gives the leaking tip a few strokes as he resumes fucking the athlete's hole with more speed.

It doesn't take much more than this to finally push Tommy over the edge and send him right into his own orgasm, he opens his mouth, but nothing comes out except a silent gasp as his shaft spurts rope after rope of his baby batter, spraying on the underside of the bleachers in front of him. His face flush as Damien pounds him through his orgasm. The brunette, who's not done, grins wickedly as he continues thrusting. He slaps the jock's ass and pounds away with more strength. He looks down at the moaning and drooling jock under him before finally feeling his own release coming. His pace becomes more frantic, more needy and erratic, his thrusts more and more intense as he reaches the point of no return. He feels it coming.

"OOOH FFUUUCCKKK!! TAKE ALL OF DADDY'S FUCKING NUT!!!!" He roars, his balls clenching, pulsing, throbbing hard and filling the bottom fag's shitter with a generous serving of Damien tar thick gravy, shooting out thick and heavy ropes of it right into the his bowels. Damien keeps a tight grip on his new boyfriend, making sure to keep himself inside his guts and stuff his cum chamber to the brim with his sticky ball jelly as his cock throbs and fires more and more thick globs of seed.

The two remain connected, with Damien leaning and hugging Tommy from behind for a while. When the femboy finally stops painting his new property white, he pants and catches his breath before looking down at Tommy with a smirk, pulling out, and leaving his boyfriend's ass gaping and leaking a waterfall of sperm.

Tommy moans at the loss, feeling the cool air invade his caved hole, making it wink as it begs for more of the trap's cock. "We... we should probably... stop doing it outdoors... like this..." The freshly fucked and ruined jock says between pants. He holds onto the wall he is leaning on for dear life as his legs can barely support him anymore. He turns around and pushes his back against, taking a moment to let his legs rest and recover their function.

Damien is sitting on the bleacher, his softened chubby rod still hanging and drooling cum from the tip. He snickers. "Afraid you'll get caught in the act?"

"Well, yeah! I could lose a potential scholarship if I get 'caught getting fucked in public' on my admission file, you know?" The bottom retorts, a shiver runs down his spine as he feels Damien's warm cum drip down along his thighs and down his legs.

The femboy shakes his head with an amused smile. "I guess you're right. But we're not done fucking for today." He says, getting up from the bleacher. He walks up to the panting athlete and kisses his lips. Tommy leans in and kisses him back. The trap gives one last look over at him and gives him another peck on the cheek before whispering in his ear. "My parents aren't home tonight, so I expect you to show up, dressed in your cute little jockstrap and ready to take my fat cock until you can't walk back home."

The young man gulps and his spent dick gives a twitch at the trap's filthy words.

"And if you're a good boyfriend and take all of my thick and hot boy milk, I'll give you and extra special treat." He teases before softly biting his earlobe.

Tommy's eyes roll back for a second. "E-extra special?"

"Mmmhmm, I'll give you a hint. It involves your tongue, and my ass." The trap winks. He pats his chest before he turns around.

Tommy watches his ass as the brunette walks away and out of the bleachers. "Fuck... "

THE END.