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No Longer The Boy I Used to Be

Special thanks to Ken Nitsua for the editing, critique, and advice.

**

Rufus paraded me around the pool. Someone yanked my wet boxers off and slapped my ass, so of course they all did, whistling and laughing.

I was mortified but found myself laughing and swatting Rufus' big ass as he carried me into the house.

"Where are we going, you big lunatic?" I giggled again, not caring that I did.

"Need your help, Mr. Olympics," he rumbled, climbing to the third floor, into a bedroom, and closing the door, the sudden silence deafening.

He set me on my feet. I looked up at him, a great mountain of a man, taller and heavier than Gunner, with a shaved head and big brown eyes, and started to ask him what he needed when the answer poked me in the stomach.

We looked at each other, the hunger in his eyes impossible for even someone as inexperienced as me to miss. And then there was a flash of something I can't define, my chest tightening in response.

He bent his head, and I raised up on my toes, his lips rough, the kiss surprisingly gentle.No Longer The Boy I Used to Be Ρ„ΠΎΡ‚ΠΎ

He cupped my cheek, his thumb parting my lips, and I took it between my teeth, swirling my tongue around a digit roughly the same size as my cock. What he wanted was obvious, that I suddenly ached to give it much more surprising.

I batted my big brown eyes at him, my fingertips dancing up and down the bulge in his shorts.

"Does Big Daddy need his dirty girl's mouth on his big, beautiful cock?" I asked in the girliest voice I could, biting my lower lip.

I was surging with a confidence I'd only ever known on a diving board, somehow knowing it was the right thing to say.

He raped me with his eyes, his nostrils flared, and I giggled. Rufus was so tall my mouth lined up with his nipple, and I sucked it into my mouth, watching as he slowly, lightly, banged the back of his head against the wall. I slid to my knees, taking his shorts with me as he leaned against the wall.

I was about to suck my third-ever cock, all within the last twenty-four hours, which had to be some sort of record for someone as 'straight' as me, I chuckled to myself.

His cock was a little smaller than Gunner's, the head thick with a prominent rim and already leaking as I used his nectar to stroke my first-ever Black cock. The cleft led to a ridge that ran down the length of him to big, beautiful balls, and I stroked him slowly.

"It's beautiful; you're beautiful, Rufus," I whispered, inhaling the heady mixture of sweat and musk from his crotch deep into my lungs, my moan perhaps obscene, definitely lewd.

"Damn, dirty girl. I been thinkin' 'bout your pretty mouth all day," he sighed, his massive hand

caressing my head, that thought alone setting my balls tingling.

"Really?" I asked, stunned. To my knowledge, no one had ever thought about me like that... ever.

"Oh, yeah."

"Then I better get to work, huh?" I grinned.

I sucked a heavy orb into my mouth, the skin feathery soft, as he spread his legs for me.

I bathed one, then the other, my nose buried in his crotch, trying to swallow him whole, his loud moan spurring me on, while I slowly stroked his hot shaft.

"Suck my cock, dirty girl," he rumbled, and I heard the need in his voice as he began to breathe heavily.

I looked up at him and nodded, taking a moment to run my eyes over his body. He was very dark-skinned, with a shaved head, expressive eyes, and a narrow nose. Rufus' shoulders and chest were just massive and muscled, but not heavily so, and his big stomach had a bit of a jiggle. His thighs were easily twice as big as mine, and I could feel their power as I ran my hands up and down and leaned in.

I took his big knob into my mouth and swirled it with my tongue, attacking the spot just below his cleft and moaning when I got my first taste of him, then took him deeper, remembering to breathe through my nose.

The silky hot hardness slid in and out, and I found myself humming happily as I bobbed on his beautiful cock, a little further each time, until his big, leaking knob was pushing against my throat. Even with my near-total lack of a gag reflex, I couldn't manage to take him any further, though his loud moans were the sexiest sounds I'd ever coaxed from someone.

I eased back to get my breath and stroked his soaking shaft, his hand caressing my skull, then went back for more. My tongue attacked his cleft and slit, then deeper, Ruf's hand in my hair, pulling me forward and back on his cock.

"Mmhmm, mmhmm," I gurgled, thoroughly enjoying myself, my cock achingly hard.

He pulled me off, breathing hard, slapping his hot slab on my nose and my cheek, teasing me before I could catch it with my mouth and get it back where it belonged.

"Finish me, dirty girl," he grunted two minutes later, Ruf's lust-filled eyes boring into mine.

I nodded, diving back on his cock and reaching down to my aching tool, which was when I realized I was naked and all of my clothes were down by the pool, along with the key to my bedroom. Well, shit.

No time to think about that, though, as I bobbed as fast as I could go, his cock dripping like a faucet. His hand guided my head, and I could feel him swell in my mouth, his hips thrusting as he bellowed, warm stickiness flooding my mouth, rope after rope, way more than I could possibly swallow. I let the excess flow down my chin, my chest, and on down to my crotch.

His big tree trunks trembled slightly as I milked him dry, using his cum to jack my little bits until I spurted onto my hand. His huge thumb pushed the cum on my face into my mouth and I swallowed it greedily, the creamy bitterness addicting.

"Thanks, dirty girl, I really needed that, but damn if you ain't a mess," he grinned, breathing hard.

"All your fault, baby," I smiled, sitting on my haunches and slowly stroking his softening cock.

"Is there a bathroom close by?" I asked.

"Ten feet that way," he pointed.

"And, uh, how about clothes? All of mine are by the pool."

Rufus's deep voice chuckled, and he rooted through his bag and handed me a football jersey, number 79, DuPree on the back.

"This is you?"

He nodded. "All my shorts are way too big for you."

"Uh, okay, thanks. I'll bring a washcloth back for you," and ran to the bathroom.

I took a quick sponge bath and wondered if this was how it felt to have people like me.

**

My only real friend back home is my diving coach, Hunter Wallace. He's sixty and won a gold medal in the Los Angeles Olympics in 1984 before coming back home to my little town to manage the aquatics center ten years ago.

I met him when I was nine, the day after Thanksgiving. Dad had been super drunk, so I was black and blue. I had snuck into the pool complex, wanting to find a deep pool. I couldn't swim and was disappointed to find the pool drained for the winter. Undeterred, I climbed up to the ten-meter platform, crawled to the edge, and stared into the empty pool, wondering if it would hurt.

Hunter saw me up there and yelled at me to come down. When I didn't, he climbed up and sat on the deck far away from me and started talking.

"I haven't seen you here before, my name's Hunter. What's yours?"

Silence.

"I grew up here, but I've been gone a long time, jumping off these things, but into water; it'd really hurt without water. Now I've come back to teach kids like you for free."

He was very calm, and I scooted back a little bit. I suppose he saw my swollen jaw and the bruises peeking out of my shirt.

"Kid, there's a great big world out there just filled with tons of really nice people, people that make you laugh, people that make you forget you was ever here. I could show you a way out of here if you want. Hey, you like fried egg sandwiches?"

I nodded.

"Yeah? I was just about to fix me one when I saw you up here looking like you could use a friend. How about I fix you one, too?"

"With hot sauce?" I asked.

"This is Texas, ain't it?" he grinned.

So did I.

With an abusive father at home and bullies at school, the pool was my safe place, and I spent untold hours there. During the summers, he'd pick me up at five forty-seven every morning to get to the pool at six, and he'd fix us fried egg sandwiches. Then he'd spend two hours teaching me how to dive before the pool opened, and another two after it closed. In the winter, we'd go to a gymnastics center every afternoon and practice flips and visualization exercises.

Hunter's a small man, around five-six and going bald, with a quick smile and an endless supply of patience. He's very private and precise, and I guess all I really know is he lives alone and doesn't have any family. He has a lot of self-help books on meditation, dealing with adversity, and so on, which he said had helped him a lot growing up. He would read short passages to me until I could read them myself, and we would talk about being strong enough to endure anything.

When I was twelve, Hunter said I was ready and entered me into a competition in Dallas. We just drove up, performed, and drove home, never even telling my parents.

"Probably shouldn't say anything, Ty, we wouldn't want him stopping you coming to the pool anymore. I'll just keep your trophy in the office, okay?"

"Okay," I replied, knowing my dad would do just that if he knew.

It wasn't until I was sixteen and a letter arrived at the house we rented, inviting me to the Olympic Trials, that I told my parents. Mom was happy, but sat quietly while Dad saw it as an opportunity to belittle me, yet again, saying it was surely a mistake and 'who the hell cares about diving?'.

I didn't bother defending myself, knowing Hunter was proud of me and I was proud of myself. What I didn't know until afterwards was that he'd had to lobby hard and call in a bunch of favors to get me the invite. The other divers competed all over the country to earn their spot, while I never left central Texas.

And then I'd failed him.

Doesn't matter how or why, only that I had. Hunter consoled me on the drive home, handing me a letter.

"What's this?"

"That, Ty, is a scholarship offer," he smiled.

"You impressed a lot of people, you know. This is just the first of many. You're on your way, son."

I'd learned to be mentally tough growing up, but I started to cry and couldn't stop; it was Hunter calling me 'son' that had pierced my hard shell. He pulled off the road and held me while I cried. I told him I loved him and wished he were my dad, and he said he wished I were his son and how proud of me he was.

Hunter had done what he promised a scared little kid was possible, and I love him loads more than I've ever loved my dad.

He had made me a skilled diver and someone who could handle the negativity that surrounded me, but I hadn't made friends.

Now, hard as it was to wrap my head around, I really believed Maria and Gunner liked me. Rufus, too. Even the people at the pool didn't hate me, laughing, sure, while Rufus carried me around over his shoulder, but they weren't laughing AT me; I'd experienced more than enough of that to know the difference.

And the way Rufus looked at me was more than just pent-up need. It reminded me of the look Gunner had as he watched Maria earlier. It wasn't love, we barely knew one another, but certainly something, I thought.

It was overwhelming, and I knew if I started to think about it right then the doubts would come rushing in, so I shoved it all into the back of my mind until I could talk to Maria.

Rufus's jersey hung like a dress to my knees, so I rolled it up to mid-thigh and pulled my hair into a tight ponytail, gargled and borrowed somebody's toothpaste, and went back down the hall.

I helped him clean up and put on his shorts and T-shirt, then stood on the bed and gave him a proper hug.

"Thanks for being my friend, Rufus, I've never really had any," and kissed his nose.

"Their loss, baby girl," he smiled, rubbing my back.

"You know, back home, wearing your jersey would mean you were my boyfriend, and if it was game day, it meant we were gonna have sex that night," I smiled shyly, my intention clear.

"You wanna be Ruf's girlfriend for the weekend?" he grinned.

I wrapped my arms around his neck, our faces inches apart.

"You think your big cock will fit in my tight little pussy, Big Daddy?" I asked, biting my lower lip.

Rufus blinked, his predatory grin making the hair on the back of my neck stand up.

"We got all weekend to find out."

I grinned, and we made out for a minute.

"Ready to go back to the pool?" he asked, and I nodded.

Rufus grinned and then I was over his shoulder like before, laughing and staring at his ass as we headed downstairs, my bare ass not completely exposed, but easily visible.

"You need a girl's name, dirty girl."

"Uh, okay."

"Leave it to me, little one."

"Uh, nothing slutty, okay?"

Rufus chuckled. "Don't worry."

The sun was nearly down as we stepped outside, the party in full swing. We'd only been upstairs thirty minutes when Rufus set me down by the pool, everyone surely aware of what we'd been doing. People whistled when they saw me in his jersey and laughed when I curtsied, then went back to the party.

I went around collecting my clothes and set them under a lounger Ruf had commandeered, liking him knowing I was naked under my 'dress.' He introduced me to his friends, who were amused by his arm around my shoulder, giving him good-natured trouble. They were really quite sweet to me; it was such a strange feeling not being picked on or bullied.

I drifted away to get a drink, and a girl wandered up beside me, each of us digging through coolers for a beer.

"Nice dress," she grinned.

"Thanks," I giggled, then stopped, suddenly nervous, but she just grinned.

"So, you and Rufus, huh?"

"Uh, yeah, just for the weekend; it's hard to explain," I stammered, falling quickly back into old Tyler; nervous, no idea what to say, afraid she was about to cut me down and break my fragile shell.

If she noticed, she hid it well.

"He's cute, and also HUGE!" she giggled.

She was 5'2, with small, perky breasts, short dirty-blonde hair, and powerful-looking shoulders and thighs.

I grinned and nodded.

"I'm Amy."

"Ty."

"I understand you're a tutor. Do you know chemistry?" she asked.

"Uh, sure."

We talked about that a little bit, and I relaxed. Amy was a gymnast from St. Louis. Hunter had taught me some of that as well, as a way to teach me twists and flips more easily, so we talked about that and really got on well.

"So, you're gay, I suppose?" she asked.

"I, uh, I'm not sure. I mean, a day ago I would've said no, so maybe bi?" I shrugged.

"How about you?" I asked, getting us another beer.

We moved to the railing and listened to the waves rolling in.

"Oh, mostly straight. I like playing with girls at parties like this, but really, I'm into cute guys more my size. I saw you on the plane and wanted to talk to you, but it was too noisy. Then I saw you and Gunner's cousin walking up to the resort, so I had to wait. Then you were diving, and Rufus was carrying you away, which was very frustrating.

"But I've got you now," she added softly, pressing the side of her body against mine.

"Me? Really?" I said, stunned.

"Why not you, Ty?" Amy replied, her piercing gaze making me blush.

Maybe because no one had ever been interested before, I thought.

"But, I mean, you're beautiful," I stammered, and she smiled.

"Kiss me, Ty," Amy said quietly. Her emerald-green eyes drew me in, and her lips were so soft compared to Ruf's.

Most everyone was watching people play water polo, and we took advantage of the privacy to smooch for a few minutes. Her hand slipped under my 'dress' to rub a finger up and down between my cheeks.

"I've got a Feeldoe that was just made for your ass, Ty," grinning as I moaned, her finger pressing on my tight hole.

"A what?" I managed as she removed her hand and pulled my dress down.

"Google it and call me next week; we can discuss chemistry."

I nodded stupidly and she giggled, giving my ass a squeeze as she walked away.

I turned and watched her, my head spinning, when Rufus' white cast caught my attention, still laughing with his buddies. I grabbed a bottle of tequila and six Solo cups, walking back to them.

"Speak of the devil, and she brought presents," a heavily muscled Black guy named Tamar grinned, making space for me.

I poured everyone a shot, then another, Rufus declining.

"Are you all football players?" I asked.

"We are, Tina," Rufus said, watching me.

"Tina?"

I blushed, really not wanting that broadcast to the world.

"What do you think?"

"Uh, well, what do you guys think?" I asked his four friends, who had obviously been discussing it.

They grinned and nodded, so I stepped in close and smiled up at him.

"I like it, Big Daddy."

Rufus blinked and stared at me, his four friends laughing loudly, and it was chaos for a minute as they teased him and hollered for other players to come over and hear about his new nickname. I got a couple of knuckle bumps, and a mystery hand squeezed my ass.

Rufus took the ribbing well, and his friends drifted away in ones and twos until we were alone on the lounger. We watched as couples began drifting down to the beach or inside, and I caught Amy watching me as she and another gymnast headed inside, holding hands.

"How long do you have to wear the cast?"

"Probably six weeks, then a few months of rehab before I can start practicing and lifting with it; looks like my freshman year's over before it started, though I was probably gonna redshirt anyway."

"Shit, Daddy, I'm sorry. I wish I'd gone in quicker to help you guys."

"Glad you came in at all; I think that guy could've done some serious damage to all of us if you hadn't shown up."

"Well, I still feel bad, but I have an idea of how I can make it up to you," I smiled and winked.

"How's that?" he grinned.

"Well, I could come down to your room every morning and help you out," I smiled, my hand tracing circles on his massive chest, slowly moving lower.

"Mmmm, that sounds wonderful," his good hand cupping my ass.

"I figure somebody needs to do your laundry and make your bed, right?" I grinned, looking up at him.

"Cheeky bitch; I think you might need a spanking," his hand squeezing my ass hard enough that I moaned softly.

"I think you're right," I winked, looking up into his hungry eyes, my fingers tracing the bulge in his shorts.

We molested one another, careful not to get too carried away, continuing to people-watch for several minutes, Big Daddy's finger under my dress driving me crazy.

"Big Daddy, I really need something bigger than your finger between my cheeks," I nearly panted, my hand slipping inside his shorts, his cock hot and hard.

"Grab a couple of energy drinks and meet me by the stairs, Tina," he said, slapping my ass, the desire in his eyes giving me goosebumps.

"Yes, Big Daddy."

**

Rufus lay naked on his back, his beautiful cock, slick with lube, poised at my entrance, his hands on my hips. I slipped my greased fingers out and lowered myself, grunting uncomfortably for a moment, until he was in and slowly impaling me with his chocolate thunder stick.

"Fuuuck," we moaned in unison.

He let me drive and set the pace, and soon enough, his seven inches could go no further. I covered him, and our tongues danced as I rocked on his cock, slowly sliding more of him in and out until we were properly fucking.

I sat up, his bad arm steadying my hips, the thumb of the other in my mouth. I sucked on it, grabbing his massive forearm for support, and began bouncing as he started thrusting his hips.

"Oh, fug, afy, yo tho fig," I moaned, working his thumb over with my tongue.

"Fuck, Tina, ride that cock," which made me grin.

"Oh, fu... uu... ugg, aaa... fyy!!" I moaned as he jackhammered into me, leaning back a bit for balance, when he hit that glorious spot that Gunner had hit last night.

 

"Right THERE, Ruf! Oh, Fuckfuckfuckfuck, don't stop!" I squealed, the pleasure spreading through my body otherworldly.

Big Daddy tired eventually, and I collapsed onto his sweaty chest, stroking his shaved dome, and slowly rocking on his cock while we got our breath back.

We repositioned, Big Daddy standing at the edge of the twin bed, my bent legs spread wide before him, his cock sliding across my cock and balls, before hiding his meat in my ass.

"Fuuck, so big, so big, you're so goddamn big," I rambled, pushing his jersey up so I could tweak my nipples while I watched him fuck me.

Sweat from his head poured down his body, mixing with that from his chest as he rhythmically pounded my ass. Big Daddy's staying power and stamina were impressive, and I felt so small before his towering, dominating presence; I found it oddly comforting, though I didn't know why.

Typically, if I were this exposed, I'd be terrified of being abused or beaten by a man as big as Rufus, but instead, I felt safe and protected; having friends was actually very confusing.

"I'm close, baby," his words bringing me back to the here and now.

"Cum on my tits, Big Daddy," quickly pulling his jersey off.

I had assumed his earlier mammoth load was from not having his morning wank, but if anything, there was more this time, covering my stomach, chest, neck, and face in creamy goodness. I scooped and swallowed while he collapsed beside me, both of us a fucking mess.

"So good, Big Daddy, so good," I smiled, squeezing his hand.

He looked at me and chuckled.

"Do you always cum so much?" I asked.

"Usually, yeah, sometimes more. Sorry it makes such a mess."

"I'm not complaining," I grinned, sucking my fingers clean.

He laughed and got to his feet, pulling me up.

"Let's take a shower."

We walked down the hall, without even a thought about what people might think if they saw us, though we didn't pass anyone. I wrapped his cast in a plastic sleeve and washed his body over his objections, liking it, and then my own. Big Daddy then washed my hair with his enormous hand, making me feel all warm and fuzzy.

He crashed into bed, watching me as I got dressed, making me blush.

"Tina, come sit a sec," he said softly.

I smiled and sat.

"When I see you at school around other people, should I call you Ty or Tina?"

It seemed a weird thing for him to be thinking about, but I thought for a minute.

"Just call me T, Big Daddy, okay? I'll know you mean Tina," I smiled, and he nodded.

"And what should I call you?"

He laughed. "Oh, I have a feeling everyone I know is gonna be calling me Big Daddy from now on, but I'll always remember who gave me the name," he smiled.

I grinned, leaned over, and kissed him.

"What time do you want me to wake you up in the morning, Big Daddy?" I asked softly.

He blinked, then smiled.

"Eight, gonna see if I can jog on the beach with this cast."

"Your roommates won't mind?"

"Nah, they'll be passed out until noon."

We said goodnight, and I walked upstairs, my ass wonderfully sore.

**

It was just after midnight when I stepped quietly into my room, really cold from the A/C, the lights off, a slight form in the other bed; I stripped and slid into my bed.

"I hear you sowed some big Black oats tonight," Maria said softly from under her covers.

I giggled, couldn't help it.

She lifted her covers and beckoned me.

"Uh, I'm naked," I said.

"Uh, I am, too," she laughed.

I grinned and slid into her warm bed, face to face, legs intertwined.

"Tell me?" she asked.

And so, I did, for a long time, about the dive and Rufus, what we'd done, and how I felt about that, about him. I told her about Tina and all of my mixed-up emotions, but also about Amy and how weird it was to have people not hate me, and how hard it was to trust.

Like I had done in the cabana, I told her things I'd never told a soul.

About how miserable I had been as a child, and being abused at home and bullied at school; about how badly I had wished I had never been born.

I told her about wanting to die and then about Hunter.

I told Maria that escaping my hometown had led me to spend hundreds of hours on the dive deck over the years and that I would never go back.

I told her this was, by far, the greatest day of my life, and yet, a little voice in my head kept screaming that it was all a trap.

We must have talked and cried for two hours. Maria understood me in a way I thought no one possibly could; her stories different, yet similar. As we drifted to sleep in each other's arms, I knew I'd made a real friend.

**

Maria woke me up at seven thirty so we could go for a run on the beach, but first, I ran downstairs to wake Big Daddy up. The room stunk of booze; his two roommates passed out. He was still asleep, his bulge tenting the sheet.

I got busy, his hand finding my head after a few minutes, his eyes fluttering open soon thereafter. I managed to swallow about half of his seed, and I used the washcloths I brought with me to clean up.

"Morning, Big Daddy," I whispered, kissing him hard, the taste of his cum in my mouth not bothering him in the slightest (note to self). Then I was out the door to get dressed.

**

Maria and I jogged a couple of miles, and I wanted to ask her if Rufus was the person with the crush, then decided I didn't want to know.

Speaking of, we met him huffing along on our way back, trudging along slowly, and looking uncomfortable.

"Fuckin' cast, keeps throwing my balance off; gonna be a long six weeks," he grumbled when we asked how he was doing.

I squeezed his hand, and he gave me a little grin before he continued up the beach, Maria's smile making me blush and shrug my shoulders.

An hour later, I was sitting by the pool, getting worried, when he finally made it back to the house. His clothes were soaked in sweat, sand stuck to him everywhere, and he could barely lift his feet.

I'd gotten one of his plastic shower sleeves out of his room and a bottle of orange juice while I waited, and helped him to the outdoor shower, Rufus too tired to argue. I removed his shirt and let the cool water get most of the sand off before drying him.

"Come on, Big D, time for a real shower," I told him when he'd recovered a little.

He looked at me sort of funny, but didn't object when I led him into the elevator.

"Where are we going?"

"There's a big walk-in shower near my room; I've got your clothes up there."

That got me another look and a nod.

Gunner and Zoe, the volleyball player from the first night in our dorm, were asleep in the bedroom as I closed the door and helped Rufus undress.

"You don't have to do this," he whispered.

"Quiet, you," I whispered, kissing his chest and leading him into the shower and a plastic chair I'd found.

I stood behind him and washed his bald head and shoulders before running my soapy hands over his broad chest and belly.

"You're so fuckin' sexy, baby," I whispered, rinsing him off and nibbling his ear, his contented sigh making me smile.

I had him stand and brace himself, nudging his feet apart and bending behind him to wash his huge, heavily muscled legs; I grinned when I saw his erection, glad it wasn't just me. I soaped up his big ass, especially his crack, his breathing getting heavy.

"Tina?"

"Gotta get all the sand off, Big Daddy."

He moaned softly when I brushed his button, his feet spreading a little wider for me. My soapy finger slipped past his ring a moment later and goosebumps exploded across his ass, his low moan so very sexy. I wiggled it in and out for a minute and then rinsed him off.

"Turn around, honey," my voice a little husky.

His eyes bored into mine, his breathing heavy, his cock dripping. I smiled sweetly and slurped up his sweet nectar, then soaped and washed his legs before squirting a generous amount of soap into my hand.

I stood and we looked at each other while I gave him a slow, soapy handjob, his good hand caressing my head, when his eyes gave me that same look from yesterday, turning my insides to goo; I didn't have the courage to ask him what he was thinking, the feeling I got was enough.

I increased my pace, watching him closely, until he groaned and shot his seed across the shower. He'd cum like three hours ago, and still there was more than I ever came.

Rufus surprised me by taking my little cock in his massive hand. I moaned into his chest, and even using his left hand, I was soon spurting into his hand, his tongue lapping at his hand while he silently stared at me. Damn.

He sat and watched while I took a shower, which I found very erotic, and then I dried us both and got us dressed.

We opened the door to the bedroom and caught Zoe in the middle of mounting Gunner.

"Morning!" I said brightly.

"Good morning," Gunner smirked.

Zoe and Rufus sort of mumbled, and then we were in my room, the door closed.

**

Rufus went to hang with some friends who were helping to smoke and grill a mountain of meat for tonight's beach bonfire, and I found a quiet little spot in the shade and pulled out my tablet.

Amy and three of her gymnastics teammates found me an hour later, wanting me to teach them how to dive, so I ran upstairs and changed into my skimpy diving trunks. They got the hang of it pretty quickly, and we spent a couple of pleasant hours diving, talking, and laughing.

"How was your man in bed?" Ling, a pretty Asian girl who I'd seen holding Amy's hand last night, asked.

"Uh," I stammered and blushed as the others stopped and crowded around.

"Come on, dish," Lupe, a cute Latina, smiled.

I glanced at Amy, afraid she might be jealous, but she smiled.

"Go on, I want to know what you like." Her wolfish grin raised goosebumps on my arms.

"It was really nice," I said, and they booed.

"We want details, honey. Okay, is his penis as big as the rest of him?" Shea, the last of the four, asked.

"I wouldn't be able to walk if it was," I grinned, and they laughed.

"He's about seven inches, I think. Not as big or thick as Gunner, but--"

"You fucked Gunner!?" Lupe interrupted.

"Well, we're roommates," I shrugged, blushing again.

"We sent him a text, thinking he'd want a threesome, but he never responded," Lupe said.

"He told me he only likes one-on-one," I said, not mentioning our threesome yesterday.

"So, back to Rufus. I heard all football players are rough with their girls," Ling said.

"Gunner isn't. Rufus is a big teddy bear. I was, uh, a virgin until a couple of days ago, and he and Gunner have been really sweet."

Shea leaned in and hugged me, the others joining in.

"Can you imagine having Gunner as your first? Mine was Kyle, a basketball player back home; he lasted two minutes," Shea said, shaking her head.

And they were soon talking about their sexual escapades. After a few minutes, realization dawned: I was talking and acting like a girl, or an effeminate man, anyway, and they were treating me like one of their girlfriends.

Amy's contribution involved her Feeldoe and a group of guys, but that's a story for another day.

Rufus, Dave, and some other guys wandered over, and the drinking began; the pool became a chicken-fight arena.

I got Rufus a beer and saw him eyeing my very skimpy shorts as I approached him.

"My eyes are up here, mister," I huffed.

"I know," he replied, slowly dragging his eyes up my body, giving me a playful wink and pulling me down next to him.

We watched the others play in the pool, and I rested my head on his shoulder, relaxed and happy, Big Daddy's hand lightly caressing my back.

"Fire smoke triggers my asthma; you mind if we stay around here tonight?" he asked quietly.

I shook my head and smiled softly, my hand tracing circles on his leg.

"I saw you reading earlier; anything interesting?"

"I wasn't really reading. I help moderate a website devoted to Star Trek: Deep Space Nine; have you ever seen it?"

"Only like every episode multiple times. You like it?" he asked.

"Like it? It's one of the greatest shows of all time," I gushed, looking at him to ensure he wasn't making fun of me.

He wasn't, and we proceeded to majorly geek out for a couple of hours about our favorite characters and episodes. I got out my tablet and showed him the website, and we joked and argued, responding to the members' messages. Rufus was part nerd, and I was even more infatuated with him.

We got a little drunk as the afternoon passed and people began heading over to the beach. A huge tent had been set up, a stack of wood ten feet high sat thirty yards away, ready to light, and a volleyball net was being set up.

We went over with a plastic tub and loaded it up with food, then headed back to the house. Amazingly, Rufus' coaches wanted him to get even bigger, so ninety percent of the food was for him; I looked on jealously as he consumed a few thousand calories and a couple hundred grams of protein.

**

The house was basically empty, and Rufus dropped onto a sofa to watch some TV and promptly fell asleep. I texted Maria and grinned at her response, then went along to the laundry room, where two Latinas in their fifties were washing and folding an enormous pile of sheets and clothing.

I chatted with them and found Rufus' sheets and clothing, laughing at how big they were. I assured them they weren't mine, dropped them onto his bed, and headed for my room.

The door was closed. Maria was leaning against it with a bag in her hand. She was wearing sleep shorts and a short, silky robe. She put a finger to her lips and led me into the master bath next door.

I looked a question at her and she grinned.

"My best friend, Cecily, who's also my bodyguard and roommate, came down to check on me. We're very close," she winked.

I giggled.

"She's got a room at the hotel, and I'm staying with her tonight so that you can have some privacy."

"Thanks," I managed, blushing.

"So, you want to know what it's like to look like a woman, huh?" she asked.

"Well, you said if it sounds interesting, I should try it, right? Well, ever since Gunner started referring to me as a girl, I can't stop acting effeminate, wondering how I'd look and what it would feel like, you know?"

Maria smiled, nodded, and had me strip and take a shower. She joined me a moment later and proceeded to shave my body, which didn't take long.

"Okay, bend over and spread those pretty cheeks, dear."

I obliged, and she gently removed the small handful of hairs around my hole and rinsed me off, my cock swelling at her touch.

"Ohhhh," I moaned, as a soapy finger slid into my ass.

I rested the top of my head against the shower wall as a second finger joined the first and her other hand grabbed my hard cock.

"You're so sexy, Tina," she cooed.

I was moaning, backing onto her fingers and fucking her wet hand.

"Promise you'll let me fuck you next week, Tina," her silky voice so sexy.

"Mmhmm, promise. Harder, fuck me harrrder. Fuck, I'm gonna cum!" I panted.

I shuddered and erupted, her hand milking me dry, my cum disappearing down the drain.

I relaxed and leaned against the wall, reaching down to her semi-hard cock, her hand stopping me.

"I came twenty minutes ago and need to get back to Cecily, honey. Let's finish your pubes, okay?"

I nodded, and she slid to her knees, reaching for the razor.

We rinsed and dried off, and then she sat me down at the dressing table to teach me how to apply makeup and style my hair.

**

"I look so different," I whispered an hour later, staring at myself in the mirror.

Maria stood behind me and beamed.

"That's what Gunner sees when he looks at you, honey; we look much the same without my 'face' on," she said, squeezing my shoulder.

I nodded and stared at myself.

"Okay, a couple of more things. Here, try this on," Maria smiled.

'This' was a yellow sundress with little red flowers that stopped mid-thigh. It was backless with a halter neck, all loose and 'flowy.' It felt like it weighed nothing, so different from anything I'd ever worn before.

"Lift your foot, honey."

I did, dragging my eyes away from the mirror as Maria slid a satiny thong up my legs. It had a little pouch for my cock and was beautiful.

"The pattern and the way it fits will hide your little bits; still, try not to get an erection, okay?" she grinned, and I nodded, looking at myself.

"And last but not least," she said, sliding a gold necklace around me and connecting it.

"It's nothing fancy--"

"It's beautiful," I whispered, interrupting her, touching the chain lightly.

It was a simple gold chain, it's true, but its effect on me was profound. Combined with my hairless body, styled hair, makeup, and beautiful dress, I was, at that moment, a beautiful woman.

"Well?" she asked quietly.

I reached behind me and squeezed her hand hard.

"Thank you," was all I could think to say, but there was so much packed into those two words.

She smiled and hugged me tight, admonishing me not to cry, her own eyes wet.

"He'll be blown away."

My eyes cut to hers in the mirror.

"Do you think so?" I asked anxiously, and she smiled and nodded.

"It's stupid; it's been all of like thirty hours," I frowned.

"How you feel is NOT stupid, honey; never say that," her tone getting my attention.

"I know your emotions are all over the place, and you're questioning your identity for the first time. That's perfectly understandable; you're dealing with a lot of new experiences. That's why realizing how you feel is SO important, okay?"

I nodded.

"Maria, will he want to see me after tomorrow?" asking the question weighing heavily on my mind.

She leaned forward and hugged me, our eyes meeting in the mirror.

"There's only one way to find out, isn't there?"

I sighed and nodded.

"Go for a walk up to the restaurant, why don't you? It's dark out, and you can sit on the patio, where the lights are low. Everyone you know is down on the beach, so who cares what those strangers think? You wanted to do all of this for him, not them, right?"

My heart hammered in my chest, but she was right about that last bit. I took a deep breath and called him.

"Hey, where'd you run off to?"

"Let's go for a walk," I blurted out, sounding funny.

"Uh, sure. Where--"

"I'll be right down," I interrupted and hung up.

"Relax, honey," Maria chuckled.

I nodded, took a deep breath, and hugged her carefully.

"I feel like your mother on prom night," she chuckled, making me pose for pictures before pushing me toward the stairs.

**

I took the elevator, fidgeting nervously, nearly jumping out of my skin when it dinged, the door sliding open, Rufus turning at the sound. My body vibrated under his intense gaze, my eyes sliding to the floor, unable to hold his.

The elevator door started to close, and I panicked, frantically trying to figure out which of the little button diagrams meant 'door open,' when his big hand slid into the gap and the door opened.

He took my hand, and I stepped out, wishing the ground would just swallow me up. I was startled when he raised my hand over my head and spun me in a circle like we were dancing, my eyes glued to my flip-flops.

"Did you do this for me?" Rufus asked quietly.

I nodded.

"Do you need a drink?"

I nodded quickly.

"Tequila?"

I nodded quickly.

"Okay, don't move, baby."

I shook my head and could feel a panic attack coming on.

My phone pinged with a text, and I fished my phone from my pocket.

'Breathe, honey, and look at what you're doing to him.'

I looked up to the fourth floor, and Maria was leaning on the railing, watching me, smiling. I took a shaky breath.

Just then, the two mid-fifties Latinas came out of the laundry room, pushing a cart loaded with clean linen and grinning; they'd obviously been watching.

 

"Bueno, ΒΏno te ves hermosa, querida?" smiled one. (Well, don't you look beautiful, my dear?)

"Tu grandullΓ³n tiene los ojos del dormitorio para ti, miel," grinned the other, making me blush. (Your big guy's got bedroom eyes for you, honey)

"Gracias, tΓ­as," I replied, my face beet-red, as they stepped into the elevator.

"They took all the cups down to the beach, but I found tequila," Rufus was saying as he hustled toward me, a bottle in his hand.

I took a grateful swig, the alcohol burning, and I coughed a little. He set the bottle aside, his thumb gently lifting my chin until our eyes met, and he smiled softly.

"Hi, Tina."

"Hey, Big Daddy," I whispered.

"You wanted to go for a walk?"

I nodded.

He took my arm and led me outside, the bonfire raging in the distance. We walked around front and slowly toward the restaurant.

"You look beautiful, honey; do you dress like this a lot?"

"First time. Maria did everything; this is her dress."

"Well, you're absolutely stunning; you'd look great in anything."

I blushed, unable not to grin.

"Do you have to go to practice on Monday?" I asked.

"Yeah. I can't be on the field, obviously, but the trainers will have exercises I can do, I guess; plus, there'll be meetings with the dietitian and my line coaches."

"Will you, uh, need help showering and dressing and stuff?" I asked nervously, glancing at him.

"And stuff?" he smirked.

"Well, you know," I stammered.

"Like making my bed?" laughter in his voice.

I was dying to tell him that I didn't want to stop being his girlfriend tomorrow, that I wanted to keep having sex as often as he could get it up, that I wanted to wash his body and help him get dressed every day, that it weirdly made me feel so good inside. I wanted him to know how much I liked him and that I'd simply die if I couldn't be with him after tomorrow.

"Tina?"

But I was so afraid he'd say this was fun, but he had a beautiful girl waiting for him, a real girl, that he just wanted to be friends, that he would laugh at me. They all would.

"Tina?"

"OW!" I barked, his hand squeezing mine so hard it hurt.

"What is it, baby, what's wrong? You know I was only teasing, right?" he asked, turning to face me with a worried look on his face.

"I don't wanna stop!" I blurted out.

"Uh, okay," his confused reply, turning to continue toward the restaurant.

"No!" My heart was hammering like a pneumatic drill.

Rufus looked at me, then pulled me over to a nearby bench.

"Up," he said, and helped me step up, my head several inches above his.

"Now, take a deep breath and tell me what you don't want to stop."

I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, getting myself together.

"I don't want to stop being Big Daddy's girlfriend, I want to--"

"Good," he interrupted.

"Uh, what?"

"I don't want to stop being Tina's boyfriend, either."

"But, I mean, really?" I asked, my heart beginning to thump in a good way.

"Mmhmm," he smiled.

I smiled, sniffling and running my hand lovingly over his shaved head, and slapped his cheek.

"What!?"

"I'm not supposed to cry, you big idiot!" I huffed, falling forward and wrapping my arms around his neck.

Rufus laughed and rubbed my back while I laughed and squeezed him tight, finally able to breathe.

"Do you still want to go to the restaurant?" he asked.

"Not really, but Maria will want to know how I feel being dressed like this around other people. So, one quick drink, okay? Plus, I want everyone to see my hunky boyfriend," I smiled, my body flooded with relief.

"And I get to show off my pretty Latina," he grinned.

We continued to the restaurant, which was pretty crowded, but only a handful of parties were outside braving the humid evening air. Rufus told the hostess we wanted someplace private, and her eyes slid over me as she led us to a table well away from other customers; if she noticed, she didn't react.

Rufus ordered a couple of margaritas from our waiter, who definitely wasn't fooled, though he didn't say anything.

"You okay?" he asked.

"I'm a nervous wreck," I replied softly.

"I got you," squeezing my hand and smiling.

I smiled.

The waiter brought our drinks and eyed me, then he caught Big Daddy glaring at him and hurried away. The alcohol settled my nerves some, but mostly it was Rufus's presence that allowed me to relax.

I didn't really know much about him, so he told me he was from a rough part of Chicago and was bisexual, though I was the first guy he'd been with.

"I've been interested for a few years, but I didn't grow up in the best neighborhood back home, and a local gang sort of looked out for me. They weren't the most enlightened group, and had they known, things could've gotten bad. Of course, I had to give them half of my NIL deal for the protection, but better safe than sorry.

"Plus, Nana might have kicked me out of the house. I love her to death, but she's very old-fashioned, so I got myself a nice, super-smart girlfriend not in any gang; Nikki helped me with homework, and I was able to protect her until she went off to Princeton. We had sex quite a few times, and I really enjoyed it, but, well, being with you just seems natural. I guess I'm still trying to figure things out," he said, squeezing my hand.

I nodded and squeezed back.

"Uh, what's NIL?"

"NIL is kinda like a bonus for coming here to play football. I got $500,000, and every year I stay, I'll receive something, depending on how I perform, but probably not as much, especially next year with this broken arm. You didn't get anything?"

I shook my head. "Just a partial scholarship," I said.

Rufus was trying very hard not to stare at my dress, hair, and makeup, and failing miserably; it was adorable. I leaned over to whisper in his ear, my hand high on his thigh.

"Daddy, I'm wondering if I can wait until we're in my room to get your thunder stick in my tight pussy, or if I should just sit on it right here. Thoughts?" I asked, nibbling on his earlobe.

"Damnnn," he moaned softly, turning his head to kiss me.

It was a hell of a kiss, and I started to stand, but Rufus didn't, so I eased back down.

"What?" I frowned.

"Tell me something about Tyler before we go."

"Like what?"

"I don't know, something you keep bottled up inside; I'm sensing that's a long list."

I sat back and pouted; Rufus smiled and shook his head.

"I told you about my Chicago, you tell me something, anything. Please."

"My mom's really sweet and was Miss Sweet Potato when she was seventeen," I grinned.

"Miss Sweet Potato?"

"Mmhmmm. She grew up in a farming community."

"That is very weird."

"Yeah. Can we go now?" I asked.

My unease was palpable, and Rufus nodded, frustrated.

We were quiet walking back and I stopped and hugged him, craning my neck to look up at him.

"I'll tell you everything when we get back, Rufus, I promise I will, but not tonight, okay? Tonight I'm pretty Tina and I'm with my hunk of a boyfriend, Big Daddy, who's going to make love to me all night," I said, kissing his chest and smiling at him.

Rufus tucked a strand of hair behind my ear and stroked my cheek with his thumb, smiling softly.

"You're beautiful, you know that, right? Tyler, Tina, it don't matter, and whatever demons are chasing you, you're safe with me. I won't let nobody hurt you, okay?"

"Oh, Ruf,' I said, my chin wobbling.

"Now don't start crying, girl, or Maria will be upset, and don't neither of us want that," he smiled.

I laughed, shook my head, and sniffled, squeezing him as hard as I could.

We hurried back to the house, up the stairs and down the hall, when Gunner and Zoe stepped out of his room, straightening their clothes.

"Shit," I whispered.

Gunner smiled at me, absent his usual smirk, while Zoe's brows furrowed, trying to figure out where she'd seen me before.

"Big Daddy, and I don't believe we've met," Gunner said politely.

"This is Tina," Rufus smiled.

"It's nice to meet you, Tina. You look beautiful in that dress; I'd recommend wearing them more often. This is Zoe."

We shook hands, my heart banging like a drum when recognition dawned, but she smiled sweetly and told me how beautiful I looked.

"Thanks," I managed, Big Daddy's hand slowly rubbing my back.

"If you need any help with anything, you just ask, ok?" she said, and we quickly exchanged numbers.

"My room's free for the night," Gunner whispered as they moved past us.

"What happened to mister one-and-done?" I grinned.

He shrugged and might have even blushed a little.

We entered the big bedroom, the king-sized bed a much better fit for Big Daddy's 6'8, 320-pound body than the twin bed in our rooms, locked the door, and locked lips.

Slowing down, we turned off the light and stared out the sliding doors at the bonfire still blazing on the beach. Some people were dancing, and a few were headed toward the house.

"I see a bottle of tequila on the dresser; wanna do a shot?" he asked, and I nodded.

I saw a couple of Ruf's buddies coming toward the house, and though one was ten yards in front of the other, it was obvious they were together, making me smile.

"Tamar and Q-Dog? Yeah, I thought so," Big Daddy said, stepping up behind me and nuzzling my neck, his cock against my ass, and handing me a glass.

"Q-Dog?"

"His mama named him Quinntonius. He doesn't care for it," Ruf's voice rumbling with mirth.

"No, I guess not." I giggled.

I turned and we drained our glasses, then set them aside, my hand reaching up to the back of his neck and pulling him down until our lips connected. I could have kissed him for an hour if I hadn't needed him in me much sooner than that, reluctantly easing back. I helped him remove his shirt and tugged his shorts and boxers down, giving his burgeoning erection a few strokes before pushing him toward the bed.

"I need you in my mouth, Big Daddy," the lust in his dark brown eyes merely matching my own.

He sat on the edge of the bed while I stood between his spread legs. His hand reached behind my neck to untie my dress, watching it fall to the floor and kicking it aside.

He surprised me by rubbing my cock through the satiny thong, and I moaned softly, running my hands across his neck and shoulders and kissing his head.

"Tina?"

"Hmmm?" I said, easing back to see his nervous expression.

"Would it be okay if I, uh, sucked your cock?" he asked.

"You want to?"

I was surprised (happily so), just assuming he was only interested in, well, fucking me, to be honest.

"I've never done it before, but yeah," he replied, and I smiled, leaning down to kiss him.

"I would absolutely love that, honey."

I peeled my thong off and we traded places, Rufus kneeling on the floor between my spread, bent legs.

"You shaved; very sexy. Okay, uh--"

"Just do what you like to have done to you, baby," I encouraged, resting on my elbows.

He nodded and leaned in, sniffing tentatively from my taint to my cockhead before leaning back.

"I get it. It's you, just way more intense; I like it," he grinned, dipping his head and breathing my scent deep into his lungs.

"Fuuck, Daddy," I moaned softly, watching him.

Rufus ran the flat of his tongue up my cock and slid his lips along my length, taking time to inspect it closely in the dim light from the bonfire before licking a dollop of pre-cum from my slit and rolling it around his tongue.

"Mmmm," he murmured to himself.

I was panting; watching him was highly erotic, and I realized that when it came to two men making love, he was as inexperienced as I was.

He slipped his soft lips around my cock and easily took all of me into his mouth, bobbing up and down. He raised his head after a moment, catching his breath.

"How am I doing?"

"I hope you like it, baby, 'cause you're gonna be doing it A LOT!" I grinned.

He chuckled and lowered his mouth to my balls, sucking hard, almost hurting, before rolling my hips back and licking my starfish.

"Oh, fuck, Big Daddy!"

"You like that, dirty girl?" not waiting for a response before going back for more.

I moaned and played with my nipples, the tip of his tongue burrowing inside, soon replaced by a finger as his mouth returned to my cock.

"I'm gonna cum, baby!" I barked a moment later, his finger pistoning in my ass while his mouth bobbed faster.

"Ohhhhh!!!" I moaned, thrusting my cock deep into his mouth, my head flopping from side to side, my legs trembling.

Then he was leaning over me, our mouths connecting, my creamy cum flooding my mouth, and I moaned obscenely into him, my arms wrapping around his head and neck.

Big Daddy nuzzled my neck while I caught my breath, his hard cock resting against my belly button.

"Mmmm, kinky. That was great, Daddy, but now I need you inside me."

"Hold on tight," he replied, and I wrapped my arms around his neck and my legs around his hips.

He easily picked me up and spun us around, him sitting on the edge of the bed, my legs straddling him, his cock rock hard.

I pulled open the bedside table, correctly guessing I would find lube, getting us ready as fast as I could, goosebumps exploding as I slowly impaled myself.

I moaned, lowering myself while Big Daddy kissed my neck and nibbled my ear before his lips found mine, our tongues dancing as I gradually took him deeper until my thighs rested on his.

I got my feet flat on the mattress and began to bounce on his beautiful cock, thinking it was the perfect size for my ass, moaning softly as he slid across my prostate repeatedly. We watched one another as we quietly fucked, the most romantic moment of my life, when he got that look in his eyes.

"What are you thinking, Daddy?" I asked softly.

He replied with a little smile and shook his head, which was somehow more erotic than whatever he might have said, and a delicious shudder coursed through me. I pushed him to his back, and his massive thighs and glutes began thrusting hard and fast, rattling my teeth, loud moans bouncing around the room.

My whole body felt like one exposed nerve ending, and Big Daddy was slapping it every second. My mind was overwhelmed with pure bliss, and rational thought was impossible.

"Gonna cum, baby," he grunted sometime later.

I just moaned, never wanting it to end.

"Oh, shit! I'm cumming in your ass!!" he barked loudly.

I could feel his midnight-black thunderstick swell, and his cum painted my rectum, my mouth finding his as he seemed to cum forever, his thrusts eventually slowing to a stop.

"So good, Daddy," I murmured, caressing his head and neck, eventually raising up to look at my boyfriend, my heart swelling with, uh, intense attraction.

He smiled, tucked a strand of hair behind my ear, and cupped my cheek.

"Did you really like my makeup and dress?"

He smiled and nodded, his eyes beginning to close.

"Sleep, Big Daddy," I whispered, kissing his nose.

"Wake me up in a little while, okay?" he yawned, his eyes closing.

I pulled a sheet over him and went into the bathroom and got cleaned up, staring at my made-up face. I was happier than I had ever been, wishing we could just stay there forever, knowing there could be problems for Rufus if people found out he was gay; it frightened me.

I washed off my face and crawled into bed, wrapped his arm around me, and listened to him breathe before finally nodding off.

**

I woke up and used the bedroom at three in the morning, walking over to stare out at the glowing embers of the bonfire and inky darkness of the Gulf.

I had never known it was possible to be so happy, certainly never expecting it would happen to me, but it had, and I said a little prayer of thanks. I was in love, and yes, I knew it was stupid, that I had known him all of three days, that there was nearly zero chance it would last. I knew all of that, but that didn't mean it wasn't true.

And if it all fell apart when we got back to campus, I knew Maria would pick me up, dust me off, and help me get back out there. I looked at my reflection in the glass, knowing that the bullies who had called me a femboy were right. Wearing Maria's dress last night had made me very nervous, and I didn't think I wanted to go out in public like that again.

I liked the way it made me feel, though, the soft material, the satiny thong against my cock. The makeup was a lot of work, but I was pretty with it on, and despite Big Daddy telling me I looked beautiful either way, I knew he liked it; I'd start dressing like that for him in private.

I tucked my cock underneath me and pulled my legs together, imagining my face and hair from earlier, fingering my gold necklace and staring at myself, jealously wondering if Big Daddy really wanted a cis girl.

He moved on the bed, and I looked at his reflection. He was on his stomach, his right leg lying straight and slightly spread, his left now bent at a forty-five-degree angle, his dark skin shining from the moonlight coming from the sliding doors; he was so beautiful.

I stared at his big, powerful legs and ass cheeks and what lay between, my cock stirring--again.

I got out the lube and laid it within reach, then climbed on the bed, caressing his smooth, hairless ass and settling onto my stomach. His cock and balls lay on the bed, pointing down at me, and I softly tongued his ball sac, his sweaty, cummy smell making me moan. I spread his left cheek slightly and licked up the crack of his ass, then back down, pausing on my next pass to gently swirl his rosebud.

He grunted softly, and I used my hands to keep him from moving his legs, tonguing him more insistently as I really got into it.

"Mmmhmmm," he moaned softly into the pillow.

The tip of my tongue wiggled past his loosened ring, Big Daddy's hand clamping onto my skull, pulling me in tighter.

"Fuuck, baby, get in there," he moaned sleepily.

"Mmhmm," I grunted.

I fucked him with my tongue, his cock under my chin waking up, eventually feeling around until I found the lube, squeezing a generous amount onto my hand and pushing my head back until Big Daddy relaxed his grip, groaning as I sat up.

"Don't stop," he whined.

"You like your dirty girl's tongue in your ass, Big Daddy?" I giggled.

His grunt turned into a moan as my lubed finger slid into his ass, which clamped down hard on my digit. I moved slowly, rotating my finger and sliding it in and out an inch, his hand grabbing onto the sheet as his cock hardened.

"You said you do yoga; do you remember Child's Pose?"

"Uh, yeah?" his surprised response.

"That's how I want you, but spread your knees wide, ok?"

"Uh, okay; help me, please."

It took a bit with the fucking cast, but we got there, and I slipped two slick fingers in.

"Hmmppffft," he grunted.

"Breathe, Daddy, breathe," I whispered, leaning over his back and kissing his shoulder and neck.

"Feel good?" I breathed into his ear.

"Weird, but good," he panted, his hips slowly backing against my fingers.

"Wanna try my cock?"

Rufus turned to see my face, looking as nervous as I felt; we'd never done THAT.

"I could just suck your cock, you know I love--" I said quickly.

"Do it, Tina," he interrupted.

"You sure?"

"Yeah, fuck my ass, baby, I wanna know how it feels when I'm in you, but go easy, yeah?" he added nervously.

I grinned and nodded, kissing him before backing up.

"Gimme one minute, Daddy."

I used a bucket of lube, and seven minutes later I was deep in his ass, fucking him very slowly, his uncomfortable grunts gradually becoming quiet moans.

I had never fucked anyone before, and it felt like a hot, velvet glove was squeezing the life, or cum, out of my cock. I was mostly trying not to cum, wanting Big Daddy to feel how good I felt when he was inside me. My willpower eventually abandoned me, however, and I lay over his back and started to thrust faster and deeper, unable to stop myself.

 

"Oh FUCK, TIIINA! Right there, baby, right--OH GAWWWD YES! YesYesYesYes, mmhmmm."

That first near scream was from hitting his prostate, I think, while the next was definitely from my reaching underneath him to stroke his hard cock.

We were both in Heaven, but no matter what disgusting things I thought about to distract myself, my orgasm was building rapidly. 'NO!'

"I'm cumming, baby," I moaned into his ear, spurting into his ass, his beautiful ass clamping down on me.

He was still moaning, and I was still thrusting and jerking his cock a couple of minutes later, still pretty hard.

"Feel good?" I panted.

"Yeah, getting close," he grunted.

I stroked him faster, my hand a blur, paying particular attention to his sensitive head, his hips fucking my hand and my cock, when his ass contracted and his big cock swelled.

"Cummmmming, OH Fuck me, Babyyyy!! FuckFuckfuckfuckfu..."

I couldn't see, but I don't think he had ever cum so much, his cock still pulsing in my hand a minute later, the sheet, his stomach, and my hand coated with his delicious spunk. I slipped out of his ass, still half erect, and eased him gently to his back. He was covered in sweat and cum from his thighs to his chin, breathing hard, his eyes closed.

I knelt beneath his legs, licking up his still warm cum and stroking him with slow, firm strokes, wanting every last drop of him while he moaned quietly. I slurped my way up his body and under his chin, kissing him and letting him taste his creamy cum. He moaned into my mouth, and we made out slowly, both of us exhausted.

"I'm gonna go find us some sheets and then I'll get you cleaned up, honey, okay?"

He was asleep.

I smiled and dragged myself out of bed. I pulled a washcloth over my body, getting the worst of the cum and lube off, slipped my thong on, and headed down to the laundry, too tired to care if anyone saw me.

It was nearly four in the morning, and little accent lights lit the hallway enough to keep me from running into the wall. The bedroom door closest to the stairs was wide open, and the grunts and moans coming from inside as I approached could only mean one thing.

I hadn't intended to stop, but Tamar, Big Daddy's friend who we'd seen earlier coming up to the house with Q-Dog, was just inside the door in a pool of light, and our eyes met.

"Hey girl--Oof--How you--Mmm--doin'?"

He was bent at the waist with his hands on the wall, legs spread, someone behind him in the darkness fucking him.

"Good. You?" I answered with a soft grin.

"Oh, you know," he giggled, the smell of weed washing over me.

A big white guy emerged from the darkness, leaning over Tamar's back to smile at me, holding out his hand.

"Oleg," he said in a thick accent.

He was 'only' maybe six-two and more fat than Big Daddy or Tamar, who was a chiseled black god.

"Tina," I said, my hand disappearing into his.

"He's Norwegian. Not much English, but what a cock," Tamar grinned.

"Ja," Oleg smiled.

"Want fuck, baby?"

I shook my head and grinned.

"Okay," he smiled and then looked at Tamar, who nodded.

Oleg stood, once more in darkness, and began thrusting into Tamar again.

"Night, boys," I smiled, stumbling down the stairs, everyone thankfully asleep, and into the laundry room. I found sheets and our clothes, the four flights up like climbing Mt. Everest.

I stumbled into our room and dropped everything, grabbed a towel to cover the huge wet spot on the sheet, curled up beside my Big Daddy, and passed out.

**

WAKEY, WAKEY, SLEEPYHEADS. THE BUS FOR THE AIRPORT WILL BE LEAVING IN TWO HOURS. ANYONE LEFT BEHIND WILL HAVE TO CLEAN THIS PLACE, SO GET A MOVE ON. YOU HAVE TWO HOURS!

Gunner's voice blared through the house, and Rufus and I groaned. We dragged ourselves into the shower, and I washed the cum away, both of us too tired to talk or play. Maria poked her head in just long enough to say she'd brought us some coffee and food. Otherwise, all was quiet.

An hour later, we were ready to go, lounging on the clean sheets, my head on his chest, facing toward his feet, his hand rubbing my back. I told him about Tamar and Oleg, and he grinned.

"Isn't Tamar gorgeous? He's from Chicago, too, so we've become friends down here. I'd kill to have his body. Unfortunately, I was born to be big, just like my mama and pops."

"Are you all into guys?" I asked.

"Well, Gunner was the number one-ranked freshman in the country and was a massive get for the university. He helped recruit all the freshmen, the guys here this weekend. He told each of us he didn't care who we had sex with, but he wouldn't put up with any gay bashing. I knew I wanted to experiment in college, so that was all I needed to hear; a lot of these guys thought the same. The funny thing is, this is the highest-rated recruiting class this university has ever had.

"The older guys give us a little trouble, but the coaches shut that shit down quick. Gunner's family is apparently donating a few hundred million dollars towards a new STEM research building and a new football stadium, so Gunner's got a lot of juice to get what he wants."

"Could be a fun year," I grinned.

"Mmmm," he agreed.

"Honey, what would you think if I traded rooms with Dave, just until you get your cast off? It'd be a lot easier to help you if I was twenty feet away, as opposed to a couple of floors," I said, turning to look at him.

"I can think of worse things than having you twenty feet away. I'll ask him," he smiled, reaching for his phone and tapping away.

I blushed and kissed his chest.

Then I brought up our late-night session.

"Did you like last night?" I asked.

"Yes? I'd like to do it again, but next time when I'm wide awake and prepped like you get, so that I can really experience what you feel as the bottom."

"We'll need to get someone with a nice big cock, then," I giggled, rubbing his belly.

"Would you stop putting yourself down, already? I love your cock. So, it's not huge. It felt great in my ass, and I'm definitely gonna have it in my mouth again soon, so stop. Please."

I got the message, the same one I'd gotten from Maria the last two days. Three marvelous days could just not erase years of misery; I wondered if the sports psychologist could help. I turned to look at him and nodded, mouthing, 'Sorry.'

He checked the time.

"Get up and grab a pair of your boxers."

"What?"

"Come on, it'll just take a minute," he urged.

I did, and he tugged me out of the room.

"Where are we going?" I laughed.

"You'll see," he replied, leading me down the stairs.

He stopped at a fireplace and grabbed a fire starter, then detoured into the kitchen and found a bottle of vodka before pulling me outside. Big Daddy looked around and found a little cooler, dumping everything inside.

"Come on," he said, heading for the beach.

"Daddy, we can't go to the beach; people are getting on the bus," I said, thinking he'd lost his mind.

He looked around and saw Tamar, yelling at him that we would be back in a couple of minutes, Tamar giving him a thumbs up.

As soon as we hit the sand, he stopped and dumped the vodka and fire starter out and handed me the cooler.

"Dig a little hole."

'He's got dementia,' I thought as I squatted down and used the cooler to scoop out a hole.

"Our first game last year, we played horribly and got whipped, 48 -- 7. The next day, Coach took us out into a field and dumped the recording of the game into a hole and set it on fire. He said it was in the past, and living in the past would only keep us from reaching our goals and our dreams. We never lost again.

"I know it's stupid, but--"

I squeezed his hand and dumped the boxers from my previous life into the hole, pouring the whole bottle of vodka on top of them, and grabbed the fire starter. I stared through the hole into my past and shoved in all of the abuse, the torment, and isolation, until it was ten feet tall.

Tears rolling down my cheeks, I leaned over and flicked the switch. Flames erupted five feet in the air and knocked me back... right into Big Daddy's arms.

"I got you," he said softly.

His phone pinged, and he checked his message, looked at me, and smiled.

"Hey, roomie."

**

THE END -- Probably. I hope to get back to it, but it will be a while.

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