QB Roommate Part 3

As you probably read before, keeping a guy helps me stay focused on the field and off it.

I don't have time to date; I have needs, and I keep guys who fulfill them.

I started in my senior year of high school and kept the tradition through college.

Andy was my most recent, and I kept him all year and all summer.

He hoped to stick around. I am young. Too young to be tied down to one guy. I want variety!

This next guy. Well, he was a challenge. I love challenges.

I passed Andy to a wrestler-star friend of mine at the end of July.

I had first-year students move Andy out while I visited Jack and his father to discuss Jack’s new ground rules.

And those same underclassmen moved me into my new private one-person dorm room, and then moved Jack into my dorm room.

He will sleep on the floor until he’s earned the right to sleep in my bed.

Jack’s dad, an alum in his early 50s, approached me around April, months before, when I still had Andy.

His father is a huge contributor to the university’s football program and was a QB himself, here at our university.

He’s a strikingly good-looking man!

The day I had Andy move out, I had my final meeting with both Jack and his dad. We met in a private office.

Jack’s Dad said, “Jack needs discipline, and I hear you are good with ‘training’. I have evidence that you are the best!”

He continued, “As QB 1 this coming year, you can benefit from an understudy - someone to take care of you and your needs - and Jack could benefit from some discipline, some training, a strong leadership hand.”

“Jack will remain on the injured list this year, while he learns he is not the superstar QB he thinks he is without a team. That he is a leader of the team, not a one-person show.”

Jack stood next to us the entire time listening, and at times he rolled his eyes behind his dad’s back.

Jack’s dad assured me, “You have my permission to do what is needed. He’s strong-willed and needs to be broken.”

To demonstrate my abilities, I quickly pinned Jack against the book cabinet behind him.

I reached down and grabbed Jack’s cock with my hand and squeezed him hard!

I said to him, “You will respect your dad, even if you disagree with him, and you will not roll your eyes like a petulant toddler! Do you understand me?”

Jack said, “Yes!”

I squeezed his now hard cock more, and he finally said, “Yes, sir!”

His father said, “Jack, looks like you are in great hands.”

His father smiled and told Jack, “Sign the contract!”

I told him, “Give me your phone. You will need to earn it!”

His dad said, “Give him your ID and your cards.”

Jack handed me everything.

I looked at Jack’s dad and said, “I will take the rest in my room.”

Jack signed the contract, and his dad said his goodbyes.

Jack walked back to my dorm room next to me, at times ahead of me.

Once we were in my new room, I once again pinned him to the wall.

I said, “Jack, you can make this hard on yourself or easy. It’s entirely up to you!”

“Man, I can be cool to live with, or I can be a dick. You determine your immediate fate!”

“A leader must learn to follow first. You will walk one step behind me or next to me; you will not walk in front of me. Do you understand?”

He responds appropriately, “Yes, sir!”

Without looking back, I said, “This is Lee and Less. They are freshmen kickers. They live next door, and when I am not around, they are in charge of you. Do you understand?”

He replied, “Yes, sir!”

I added, “Don’t test me, even when it comes to them!”

I didn’t have to ask; he said, “Yes, sir!” automatically.

I let him go and said, “Strip him, and then you both can go. Be sure you put away all of his clothes. He won’t need clothes for a while.”

I took the opportunity to strip off my clothes.

If you are curious about my body, please read my earlier stories.

Jack’s body is amazing!

Our official roster lists him at 6 feet 3 inches and 205 pounds. He has deep brown eyes, dirty blonde hair, and a light dusting of chest hair.

His chest is well-built. He’s pasty white! He may be from the Midwest, yet he’s not done much labor. He’s got soft hands.

His cock is a good 7 inches hard, and he’s a grower. When soft, he’s tiny.

I sat him down on the couch and said, “We have five days before we are expected anywhere - that is when we move into our lockers.”

“You will remain in my room.”

You will adjust to nudity in my room.”

“Food and drinks will be brought to you.”

“You will shower frequently. I like my kept boys freshly showered at all times.”

“You will service me and fulfill my needs.”

He said, “Sir, I am straight, and sex is not part of the deal.”

I laughed out loud, “Your hard cock tells me you are bi, maybe a closeted gay.”

“And sex is a part of the deal. Stop your whining; I am good. I am a good fuck. You will learn how good, and you will have so much fun!”

He said, “My dad doesn't...”

I interrupted him and said, “Your dad transitioned from a kept boy to a keeper when he was QB here. So shut the fuck up.”

“Besides, your cock is hard and leaking!”

“I need a shower and a blow job. Don't use your teeth or hurt me. Get your hot ass in my shower!”

As he entered the bathroom and passed me, I brushed his chest and told him, “Tomorrow the kickers will shave you. You don’t need chest hair, and your bush is too thick. You will let them groom you. You will not cum when they shave you, understand?”

Jack replied, “Yes, sir!!!”

I stopped him, gently grabbed his neck, and said, “Your contract declares you don't get a safe word. Your daddy wanted it that way.”

He looked nervous for the first time. I am breaking through that tough outer shell!

I asked, “Who was your first guy?”

He said, “My cousin on my 18th birthday. He was 21, and I was nervous. I didn’t do well.”

He continued, “I did like…” and he trailed off.

Once we got into the shower, he was actually inquisitive about my body.

He asked, “Jason, ...” and I interrupted him.

I said boldly, “You will calm me, QB 1.”

He started over and said, “QB 1, sir…”

I said, “Better.”

He continued, “…your online stats are impressive.”

I returned the compliment, “Yours as well!”

Jack began exploring my body as he used soap and a washcloth to cleanse me.

I didn’t tell him to start. I didn’t instruct him. He began and was very good at it!

He was fascinated by my long blonde hair (sometimes I kept it longer than not), and he focused on my built, smooth, toned chest and tummy.

He was more interested in them than in admiring my work. He had lust in his eyes

He stared into my eyes.

He said, “Your blue eyes…” and broke off, unable to say more.

He gently rubbed the tattoo of my parents’ wedding anniversary and played with my nipples.

As he rubbed and cleaned my cock, he watched it grow from its flaccid 6 inches to its monster 9-inch hard size.

“Jack, you handle a cock well,” I told him.

He blushed.

I gently pushed him to his knees, and he nodded no the entire way down.

I asked, “You like what you see, boy?”

He answered, “My dad says I am a boy. I am a man!”

I said, “You are going to be a great man!”

I asked, “You like what you see, boy?”

He said, “Yes!”

Jack quickly discovered his deep lust for gay sex, specifically gay oral sex.

At first, he showed apprehension, but I knew it was a front.

He stroked my cock and gazed at my balls.

I said, “Lick them good, boy.”

I know you are faking the faces and acting like you don't want it! We both know better, right?

Before he sucked my cock, he looked like he wanted to ask something

I said. “Yes, boy, what do you want to ask?”

He asked, “Can I lick your titties?”

I said, “Yes.” I figured it was where he’d start with a girl, so he was looking for common ground.

He did a good job, “licking my titties.”

He knew how to use his rough tongue on the sensitive part and bit gently!

He loved the space between my pecs.

I wanted him to lick my pits - yet he didn’t venture that way.

Then he dropped back down, like he was deciding what he wanted more!

His first sucking of my cock was dismal despite his obvious lust for my cock.

He’d lick his lips, and finally he brought my cock up to his mouth and kissed it. It was a long kiss, and my cock produced some pre-cum for him.

A for effort and performance. He kissed cock well!

He said, “Sir, you taste great - I didn’t know cum tasted so good!”

He became an instant cum slut!

I said, “Swallow my pre-cum, boy - swallow!”

His sucking was lackluster, so I stopped and said, “We need some public place to orient you. And you need to start smaller.”

“Let's head to the gym and see who’s there. An audience will help you perform better.”

I dressed him in some thin white shorts that revealed his wet, hard cock, and a sleeveless tank top.

He decided, “I am not going out like this, and you are not going to fuck me in public.”

I ignored him.

His cock leaked the entire walk to the gym - once we entered, the team members knew what to expect - some left, some headed for the shower room and prepared.

Someone was assigned the door.

Another brought in a rolling massage table.

Jack began to look scared.

I gave him a reassuring look, but he still didn't look reassured.

To calm him down, I leaned in for a long, deep, slow kiss. I stopped and asked, “What are you scared about?”

He replied, “That I will like it.”

I chuckled and said, “Like bi or gay?”

He nodded yes and said, “Like being fucked.”

I leaned in for a deep kiss!

I pulled away after some hooting and hollering, and explained, “You need practice with a small dick. Tony is your man!”

I yelled, “Tony, your future QB needs to learn to suck a dick properly; do you volunteer yours?”

Instantly, Tony was by our side.

I lifted Tony and placed him on his back on the rolling table. I adjusted the table for optimal sucking!

Two guys held Tony’s legs wide open, and I gently pushed Jack’s face into Tony’s dick.

I said, “Learn to suck on his dick before you try sucking my cock!”

Jack choked, spit, and made some faces - I knew it was face-saving for his ego, as once he began a proper suck of Tony’s dick, he did a very good job.

Tony was enjoying the attention. Not many on the team wanted to suck his small ass dick!

Tony screamed, “Fuck, Jack, my dick is on the back of your throat!

Jack clearly had learned the art, so I abruptly pulled him off Tony and pushed him to his knees.

I got some whopping and hollering when I said, “Now suck a real man’s cock!”

Before Jack got started, I ordered the running back to finish Tony off; it was the last I could for the small-dick guy. The running back will have to take one for the team!

Meanwhile, Jack knew more about what his assignment was, as he began to lick the underside of my shaft!

I moaned and said, “Boy learned some skills!” More hollering came from the team!

Jack found a quick rhythm on my cock, yet didn’t get to deep-throat my enormous cock.

He was slobbering spit, trying!

As soon as I felt he had enough, I picked him up, leaned him over the table, and pushed my cock only into his ass hole.

Someone yelled, “Fuck him, captain, fuck him good!”

Another yelled, “I bet his ass is tighter than Jeff’s!”

The team gathered around. Many arm in arm, and some giving each other reach-over jerks!

I asked Jack, “What do you want?”

Jack proclaimed, “A cock to muffle me, while you fuck me ass, captain!”

Jack added, “Captain, I will take what you give me! Don’t stop! Don’t stop!”

I smiled at the breakthrough he’s had!

While I fucked him, the team jerked their dicks and cocks over him, each one blew their loads at their own speed, and by the end, when I finally blew, Jack was the cum dump champ!

Roger had volunteered to muffle Jack with his large cock, and creamed inside Jack’s mouth before another player took his place inside Jack’s mouth. He took 5 cock loads down his throat that day! Like a champ!

Jack pushed back onto my cock while I pushed into his ass. The little bitch of a boy loved to be fucked!

I chuckled the first time he pushed back on me, knowing he’s a true power bottom!

Two linemen held Jack up at one point, and I just continued to fuck him deep! And filled his ass with my seed!

This was going to be a great year for him and me!

***

As I showered him, I asked him, “Did you enjoy yourself?”

“Yes, QB 1, I very much enjoyed myself!”

That night, he was allowed to sleep in my bed. He’d done well for his first night.