A Bump In The Road

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What was I thinking? Fuck! How could I be so careless and stupid? Those were just a few of the thoughts running through my mind over and over as I stood at the end of my sprint, trying to catch my breath.

I gave in to my needs and wasn't thinking about how it would affect me in the evening. Letting J. T. fuck me in the afternoon was magical. It was the most intense thing that I'd ever gone through, and he wasn't even my first, although he may as well have been my first.

He made me feel things physically that were otherworldly, and he had me all in my feels by the time he'd finished with me.

But I allowed it to happen in the middle of the day, in the early part of the week. I still had to report for evening drills and meetings designed for one thing and one thing only.

To prove that my raging hormones were affecting my athletic drive to the point that I could not compete at the level that I'd been recruited to perform!

Fak!

Meanwhile, my coach was doing his best not to lose his shit and start screaming at me like the boot camp scene in Full Metal Jacket where the Sargent is just going off on everyone. Only in my scene was there was nobody else to hide behind, and my coach was about to lose his shit altogether!

"What the f... frack, Sam!? This has been your worst performance all summer!"

There was a lot more said, but you get the gist of how things were going for me. I can hear my attorney telling me in his thick Italian accent that we want a "Cero Incidente" day.

Any incident had to be followed up with a report, which could make a "non-issue" an issue, especially with the old guys who were keeping their hands on the university flush handle, ready to flush me out of the system.

The fact that this was my first report made it a thing.

"Coach, I'm just having a bad couple of hours off; I'm sure by tomorrow everything will be back to normal, I promise." My voice was loaded with frustration, along with zero patience for excuses, and I was uncharacteristically out of breath.

"Fuck, Sammy. This is the shit we need to stay away from, babe."

Hearing those words from the coach let me know that he understood, I understood, and hell, the student trainers knew that I had to be perfect.

That's just the way it was, so when my workout was terminated an hour early, it sent ripples through the building. In the time it took me to shower and get dressed, my next day had already been scheduled for me.

"Nothing to eat after midnight and be at University Hospital at 8:30 in the morning for blood work, then an appointment with your doctor at 11, then a meeting with your counselor at 1 p. m., go it?"

The disgust on my coach's face could only be matched by my look at the moment that he handed me a slip of paper with my appointments written down for me as if I were a child.

"I will put a guard outside your door to make sure that you and J. T. don't fuck this up, you understand me?"

The coach's point wasn't just clear. It was crystal clear.

J. T. usually waits for me when I get out in the evening to give me a ride home. As I let out for my walk home from the complex tonight, nobody was waiting, and I knew why.

Had I just waited until the weekend, this first time with J. T. could have been special. Not that this weekend won't be special with him; It's just not going to have the same continuation from that first fuck and the next one.

Tomorrow, I will have to do the old dog and pony show so that Medical doesn't try to convince Psyche that I can't handle dealing with my hormone issues and play soccer at a high level all at the same time.

The only way to do that is to have a great visit with my shrink/counselor as defined by her standards.

What could go wrong...

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The only good thing about getting up for this blood work was the coffee stand afterward, and that's precisely how it went down for me.

First, let them drain me of my blood for their tests, then to the coffee shop to reload. Then, twist off for a few hours, go to the library, and get some work done, and then it's off to the Doc's office.

"Not going to lie, Samuel, you made everyone pay attention yesterday, but having reviewed what I can, I see that it's all been much ado about nothing to this point."

I was about to relax when she said that, but she wasn't done.

"Your little body is still going through this late-stage growth spurt, but it's not any of your masculine hormones doing the pot-stirring. Your feminine hormones are having their way; how are your breasts?"

I told her that they were swollen and achy, and I asked when they would stop being like that and when they would feel normal.

My doctor confidently replied, "I'm pretty sure that they'll stop hurting when they stop growing. "

So, medically, I have dodged a bullet, but who knows, right? I still have one more obstacle to clear, and she's the toughest to clear. My counselor, my shrink, my whatever, is cool as shit, but she's not in it to make my life easier, or at least it seems like she's not there for me sometimes.

I sat down for our meeting, and right away, we went over the past; she even kicked the tires on the old Tim subject, trying to get me to bite on any residual feelings that might have caused my physical meltdown. But I had nothing to say about Tim. Who was Tim?

"C'mon Sam, don't bullshit me. What's his name? Come on, spill it..." Doc was trying to let me know that she knew there was a guy in all of this. She knows that I wouldn't fuck up on my own.

I wasn't going to give her the pleasure of being right, while a couple of weeks ago, she might have gotten me to believe that she knew what was up with me, by now, her "look into my eyes" strategy had worn out.

I told her what she would accept, and hopefully, she'd go along with my other Doc and let this event pass without any further need to move forward with the incident report by changing the story.

"Sammi, my beautiful young lady, you're going to get beyond this incident report, but I know about J. T. I'll let you pass this time. Just be careful and watch for what you step into, and I'm here for you 24/7."

I just smiled and nodded my head. And it's okay that she knew more than I'd told her.

I just wanted to kick this incident to the curb and get to my apartment so I could make my evening workout and straighten all this shit out. As for J. T., I counted fifteen missed calls from him, and his last attempt to contact me was a text that I hadn't opened yet.

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When I run these sprints, they only last seconds in real time, but in real time, as I'm running, it feels like the opposite. It almost feels like time is standing still. I'm concentrating on my breathing, my steps, and my arms, and I become overwhelmed, and it's almost as if I have an out-of-body experience.

This sprint was my last run of the night, and I quickly got the feeling that all of my juju was back. I could feel my mojo, and it was intense. Without having to wait to be told, as soon as I hit the finish line, I knew that it was my best one yet.

Next came the cheers and the yelling, all of it designed to recognize that whatever had caused my bad evening workout just 24 hours ago had been forgotten. I was once again the soccer team's golden child, and all was well with the world as far as all of that was concerned.

I showered, and instead of walking home, I went and sat on a bench to wait for J. T. to get out. I hadn't spoken to him since I got myself into trouble, and even though he'd tried to talk to me, I chose to avoid him. Now I'm having awful feelings because I remember what I felt when Tim would ghost me, and I would never ghost J. T.

Except I did...

When everyone started filtering out of the athletic complex, I patiently waited, trying not to act as if I was dying inside for what I'd done to J. T., and then I saw him. First, what appeared to be two small guys were walking between two larger men.

The giant behind them, yeah, that's J. T., I thought to myself. I didn't want to seem giddy at finally catching a glimpse of him; I mean, it had only been just a little over 24 hours since I'd seen him. I didn't want to act like the loyal dog who hadn't seen his owner in weeks.

The entire group passed right by me, and my feelings were shattered. But I deserved it.

I should have returned any one of the calls or, if nothing else, answered the one text. If J. T. is done with me, it's my fault; I thought to myself as I started to get up to walk home.

In that instant, J. T.'s truck pulled up, and he honked, which made me want to jump out of my skin--and I would've if I had been able to. He looked at me and didn't say a word. I looked at him and didn't say a word. Now what I wondered, oh for fucks sake...

"Well?" I asked, shrugging my shoulders for effect.

He slowly rolled his passenger window down and still said nothing.

"I'm so sorry, babe. Please, please forgive me," I blurted out, then made my way to the passenger-side window, grabbing onto the door. I tilted my head to the side and gave my best impression of sad puppy dog eyes before mouthing, "Please," just one last time.

"Get in," he said in a very stern voice, which gave me pause.

If I didn't get in, things would definitely be over between us. I'd just closed the door when he started driving and raising my window. I sat there silently, trying not to make a sound.

"I have certain things that really piss me off, but because it's you, I'll tell you once, and if you repeat your behavior, I will cut ties with you. We can be friends, but if you are looking for something more, you need to understand that certain things I can't have in my life."

As he spoke, I almost had a Tim flashback, but when he said we would still be friends, it all went away. J. T. was giving me what Tim never gave me: a chance. J. T. was going to give me a chance to get close to him, but if I couldn't avoid his peeves, then I was not going to be allowed to get as close as we both wanted.

"I hate being ignored; I'd rather you answer the phone and cuss me out than for you to ignore me all day. That type and level of disrespect cannot be measured."

And I could see what he was saying. I know I was freaking out about my situation and all of my appointments from earlier in the day. But I could have answered one of his calls so that he'd relax, and then I could explain in detail later, but did I do that?

Nope, so I sat quietly...

Once we reached my apartment, J. T. was still talking and going on and on. I unfastened my seatbelt, crawled over the center console, and sat sideways in his lap comfortably. I wrapped my arms around his neck, and just as he was finishing one of his sentences, I kissed him.

And kissed him, and kissed him, and just for the hell of it... that's right, I kissed him again.

I'd finished kissing him, and he'd finally shut up. My face was buried into his neck, and I could smell his natural scent.

I needed him to fuck me, so I told him, and he proceeded to carry me into my apartment and do just that. My asshole was still bruised, and it had the look of an asshole that had just only moments earlier finally closed to its original shape.

Within minutes of whispering in J. T.'s ear, he was balls deep inside of me, and I was transfixed on his cock and the magic it was working inside of me.

It was assaulting my prostate. Because of its girth and length, there was no place for my button to hide. If I didn't want to be in a constant state of orgasm, I had to concentrate to keep myself from having one.

Out of the other two times that I'd been fucked there had been an awkwardness to them. It was my first time, then it was my second time, but with a new lover.

But right now, it was none of the above. It was fucking without any preconceived notion of how it was supposed to feel, be done, or the outcome of it all.

J. T. was doing things to me with his massive overall size and his massive cock that made for an attack on the senses. I guess I can understand the fixation some have with color. An all-black body pounding an all-white body.

J. T.'s size has that effect on me.

He looks like a giant doing the things that he was doing to me. And I felt helpless in his arms, and that alone was enough to keep me squealing through it all. His body dwarfed mine; I felt like a helpless, inexperienced coed freshman at the mercy of this large, warrior-like giant of a man.

Then I look down towards my tiny penis, and I see this massive tree trunk of a cock splitting me open how does it not rip me in half?! I came; I couldn't help it and couldn't stop it. I came. My body began to quiver uncontrollably, which let J. T. know that I'd cum.

He grabbed a fistful of hair and snapped my head back so he could look into my eyes, and all I could show him was lust. That's what was in my eyes: lust.

"Fuck me, babe, oh please. Just, fu... fu... fuck me. Oh, my gawd..."

I might have started out begging for him to fuck me but almost instantly I was ordering him to, "Fuck me, fuck me hard babe, fuck me hard!"

I came again; it was painful; but I was being fucked precisely the way I wanted; it was every perverse, intoxicating sensation that you could think of. The awkwardness of my orgasms thrilled me because I never would have thought that a prostate orgasm was so intense.

The look that J. T. gave me almost sent me over the line. Luckily, he took my face and buried it into his neck, and then he growled and went to work. He fucked me until his body could no longer hold him.

By the time he unloaded his cum deep inside of me, he'd already unloaded all of the frustration and anger that I may have caused him since all of this started.

He beat my pussy, asshole, whatever! He beat it down, and I was drained, and so was he. Neither of us said a word; instead, J. T. got up and dressed, then let himself out of my apartment without so much as a thanks for the great fuck.

I was too dick-whipped to be bothered with goodnight, so as far as I was concerned, his exit for the night was perfect.

The following day, when I got up, I felt great. It was almost as if I'd had a complete adjustment done to me; I was in a good mood, and I was feeling it. But this sleeping in the wet spot is fucking over rated.

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As I looked up across the dining room hall, I spotted the "The" table and allowed myself to smile.

Everyone was there, including my giant, who was laughing and seemed to be having a good day as well. I sat down at my saved spot, but not before placing my hand on J. T.'s forearm and using it as a handrail to glide into my seat.

"You coming home with us, Mr. Ma'am?" Jacob asked before I'd even settled into my seat.

"Home? Us? Who's us?" I asked with general interest and curiosity.

"The McCandles summer camp barbecue," J. T. chimed in.

"Oh, I like a good que," I shot back before asking, "Are you inviting me? What's going on, boss?"

For the past, however many years Jake's been on campus, his grandfather throws a team cookout at the end of the summer session with a celebrity singer or two.

Nobody is allowed to know who the singers or bands will be, and cell phones are not allowed on the ranch.

I was a yes on the food alone, but now you add entertainment and secrecy, well, hell yeah, I'm in, or at least I was about to say so when I caught a glimpse of J. T. out of the corner of my eyes.

I can't explain why, but something seemed to say, "Wait, give it a second." Maybe it was the little voice inside my head, but I did as the little voice said.

J. T. looked at me and asked, "Do you want to come with me?" I smiled and nodded yes, causing him to smile back at me.

"She's coming or we'll be there,"

"So what? You speak for her now? C'mon, Sam, yes or no, shut up, J. T., you know the rules."

"I'm sorry, boss, I may not be aware of your guys' rules and whatnot, but if J. T. says I'll be there with him, then that's where I'll be."

I figured that was enough, but the table sat silent, as if still waiting to hear my answer.

"Yes! Yes, motherfuckers! Geez-oh-man!" I yelled with a smile, and that was all it took for the table to erupt into laughter.

J. T. reached over and engulfed me in his arms while everyone laughed. Then everyone got up to leave the table, leaving J. T. and me alone, which was becoming routine.

It didn't matter because J. T. and I would start talking about our day, but today he started filling me in on the McCandles family, who they were and what they were about.

Everyone knows that the largest ranch in Texas is the King Ranch along the Rio Grande River. The McCandles ranch is located on the Panhandle of Texas. They call it that because if you look at the state map, the part they call the Panhandle looks just like it's called.

Being as far north as it is, the community that surrounds it, the ranch, and everything else experience a longer winter than the rest of Texas. According to J. T., it's beautiful country.

Over the years, the McCandles ranch has added oil and natural gas to the cattle it was initially known for. That oil and gas have made it one of the wealthiest landholdings anywhere.

The ranch is passed down from one son to the next, never a daughter. Jacobs' grandfather took over the farm when his grandfather's brother didn't have a son to keep it in the family line.

Because of this, Jacob will inherit the ranch and become CEO of McCandles Land and Cattle Company. I could go on and on about its history but listening to J. T. talk about it got me thinking about how good his cock felt when he would grind down on my prostate.

With his steady pounding like a sledgehammer beating down on me, gawd his cock felt so good, I jus...

"Hello? Is there anybody in there? What are you thinking about?"

My face started changing color because I could feel it start to warm up, the big fucker had me blushing.

"Nothing," responded, knowing good and well that I'd been caught.

"We've got a couple of hours. Do you want to go to your place?"

"Oh please, yes sir, may we??"

"Not until you say it, say what you want, princess."

I bit my bottom lip and could feel my little buddy dripping away...

"Take me home and fuck me babe, please..."

The big smile on J. T.'s face over the way I answered him said it all. Oh, and the way he was hurrying me along, I had a couple of hours and I wasn't going to fuck up a second time.

When he got to his truck and opened the door for me to get in, instead of taking my hand he positioned himself directly behind me and slipped his hand under my ass. Using the palm of his hand to lift my ass and his middle finger to wiggle over my asshole made me to squeal.

Yeah, the McCandles were going to have to wait. Right now, I had a giant to do battle with...