College Jocks Brooks and Zane 07

Chapter 7

Zane Whitaker: Age 18; dirty blonde hair; blue eyes; 5'9"; pitcher on the baseball team

Brody Kessler: Age 19; wavy, short black hair; dark brown eyes; 6'3" 250 lbs; heavyweight wrestler

Brody

Alright, so here's the deal. Around second month of freshman year, my roommate Zane Whitaker asked me to help him shave his ass. Bit of a weird request between bros, but I kinda got it. Buddy needed a helping hand, probably to impress some kinky girl who liked to eat ass, and I'm wasn't gonna leave my best bud hanging. I ride for my boys.

So I did it. Grabbed the trimmer, figured I'd quickly the job done and move on with my day.

Well, as soon as he dropped his pants and bent over, my jaw dropped. Zane Whitaker had an absolutely elite ass. Like, Olympic squatter type shit. Round, tight, sat up perfectly, slight jiggle when you touched it. Only drawback was it was a bit furry... ass hair on anyone is pretty gross... but once I finished shaving it, it was without a doubt the most beautiful ass I'd ever laid eyes on.

After that, I helped Zane shave a few times a week. Actually kind of made me feel good about myself. Felt like noble volunteer work... helping society through the preservation of rare natural beauty.

So that's the backstory. That's how we get to this particular night, which... was the this night when things started getting a little out of hand.

Jess left pissed, obviously, thanks to Zane's little cameo appearance, and I was standing there with the worst case of blue balls known to modern medicine, and Zane felt so bad about it that he offered -- and I want to be clear, HE offered, not me -- to, quote, "make it up to me."

I was skeptical. But I was a red-blooded, All-American college guy who had two days worth of jizz pent up waiting to bust. These were desperate times.

The guy then went on to give me a top-five orgasm of my entire life (which, for the record is not a small sample size). At that point, I realized my "straight" roommate was actually a full-on faggot. For a second, I got a bit pissed, remembering that stupid time he overreacted when I was jostling him over being in the closet. I was joking at the time, but turns out I actually was right the whole fucking time.

Very soon after, Zane was bent forward over my bed. So there I was staring directly at the single greatest ass I have ever seen on a human (male or female) in my 19 years on this earth.

I tried my best to pretend Zane was some chick and smacked his ass one or two, or maybe up to seven or so times. Shittt, it looked so sexy when it jiggled a bit and especially when it started turning red. I knew right then, there was no turning back. I was gonna do it.

"I'mma fuck you in the ass, girl." As attracted I was to Zane's ass, I'm still a 100% straight man, and I realized that pretending he was a girl turned me on.

"Yeah, take me, dude."

The next thing I remember, I was lining my well-lubed cockhead up against Zane's tight entrance. It felt so soft, so warm. How in the world could a man feel so soft? I teased it with my hole, rubbing the remnants of my earlier ejaculation into the amazing sphincter.

I proceeded to tear open the Magnum packet and wrap myself. I heard Zane gulp, as though he were about to make a scary decision. Then he straight up told me, "You don't need to use a condom?"

"What?"

"I'm on PrEP.... it's the medication that guys take to reduce the risk of HIV.... and Doxy PrEP, which I think you've said you've been on too before, right..."

Holy shit. My roommate really was a slut. I couldn't believe the words that came out of his mouth. But I had to admit, the idea of fucking this ass bareback aroused me like crazy.

Up until that point, I had never had any bareback sex before. Despite my reputation I'm actually a pretty disciplined guy, when it came to a handful of things that mattered, when consequences were serious. And I knew that if I ever knocked a girl up, I'd be tied down and my days of freely fucking whoever I wanted would be long gone. So I made sure that 100% of the time, no matter how horny I was, no matter how sexy she sounded begging me to breed her, I would never put my bare dick up a vagina.

I would have had bareback anal sex, but unfortunately, my dick's pretty big and thus far, ever girl who'd dared to attempt taking me up their backdoor ended up tapping out as soon as I pressed the tip in.

I had heard that gays were literally built different. That, with no pussies, they spent a shit ton of time stretching their assholes until they could take dick like those porn girls.

So hearing Zane ask me to fuck him bareback, I felt my heart race. I was more excited and aroused than I had been at any other point that night.

I snapped the lube bottle open and squirted a generous amount onto Zane's hole. Wanted to do whatever I could to prevent him tapping out like all those other girls who failed. I slipped a finger in. He sucked me right in. Damn, that was hot.

"Please... start gentle... like, so slow...."

"Don't worry, baby girl, Daddy's gonna take care of you."

I pressed my tip against my roommate's entrance. Firmly, but not enough to breach it. Then I leaned over and breathed onto his neck as though I were trying to seduce a girl. "You wanna get bred by Daddy?"

Zane whimpered and nodded once. He was clearly turned on. I reached around and grabbed his tits. The guy had nice pecs, and I liked that his chest was all smooth. I started rubbing his nipples slowly, imagining that he was Jess. I heard a quiet, high pitch noise escape his mouth. He liked it.

"Remember, you need to be a good girl and stay quiet. These walls are thin. Can't have anyone hearing your moans..."

As I pleasured Zanes nipples and kissed his neck, I felt his splintcher literally twitch against my cock. I kept the pressure firm, and I could feel him relaxing.

At the same time, I started to detect the faint trace of a familiar scent... not unpleasant... just salty... a bit musky... and completely intoxicating. It had been a scent I first detected in my room during orientation week. I remember it making me so horny whenever I smelled it that I would need to jack off right away. And then, a couple weeks in, the scent just kind of disappeared and I never really thought of it again until now.

Zane was convinced it might be his dirty clothes. He got prissy as fuck started spraying Eucalyptus spray over his laundry hamper constantly, and I noticed he applied a shit ton of deodorant every morning and night. At the time I thought he he just was being paranoid. No way a man's BO could ever smell good. But now, as my nose was buried in Zane's neck and I detected that amazing scent and feeling, I realized maybe it was him.

Well, no time to think about that. I needed to focus on the task at hand. I pressed my cock harder against the tight entrance, I felt it open up around the tip. Zane gasped. I quickly covered his mouth with my hand, so nobody would hear.

"Shh... Shh.... daddy's got you.... I'm inside you.... ahhh... you're doing so good...."

I held my cock still for what felt like an eternity, letting Zane adjust to my thickness. I didn't push in until I felt his warm hole relax and almost sort of pull me in. I inched in so slow, so patient....

The whole time I kept imagining this was some virgin girl I needed to take care of. I never stopped tweaking Zane's sensitive nipples or gently licking his earlobes. When I finally bottomed out, I smiled. Victory.

I took my hand off Zane's mouth. He exhaled and then turned his head and whispered to me, "You feel so amazing, bro... I've literally never been stretched this much before."

Being called "bro" threw me off a bit, but I did my best to ignore it. "Yeah? You like that, don't you... you want Daddy to start fucking you?"

"Oh fuck yes... please... please fuck me..."

I was feeling more and more aroused. In fact, I felt even hornier at that moment, then before, when I was blue balled by Jess. Something took over me and I knew I wanted Zane badly.

I actually wanted Zane, as himself, not as a pretend girl. His pecs felt so solid in my hands, and for the first time ever, I was into that. I started notice the nice, V-shape of his back and the roundness of his strong shoulders.... it... it turned me on?

Jess was now out of my mind entirely. I, Brody Kessler, genuinely felt attracted to the sexy man beneath me. It felt almost like when I had learned to jack off for the first time ever. I was discovering a new sexual attraction I had truly never felt once in my life before. I was deeply, desperately turned on by another man.

I knew I should've started fucking him slow, but I couldn't help it. It was like my hips had a mind of their own. I covered Zane's mouth again and started thrusting in and out energetically, passionately even. He let out a high pitch squeal... clearly trying his hardest not to make too much noise.

I looked around and found an old pair of my underwear within reach. I grabbed it an sniffed it. I winced--they were musky. But too bad, I didn't have many options in a pinch. I stuffed them in Zane's mouth and began fucking him for real.

Too horny now to be gentle any longer, I shoved his face into the mattress and put one hand on his lower back to hold him down as he squirmed underneath me. "Hot damn... ugh.... your ass is fucking incredible. So fricken' tight and warm. Mhh. Take it. Fucking take it you little bitch."

Zane kept moaning into my dirty underwear, thankfully quiet enough that I didn't think anyone could tell it was a dude. "mmmmh.... mrrphhh.... ffffhhh."

"Yeah, you like that big man meat? You like another man reaming you out from behind? Like getting fucked like a doggy..."

I could tell by the pitch of Zane's moans that, while he was probably in a bit of pain, he was enjoying this. I started to thrust faster... couldn't help myself... I felt possessed.

We were both getting sweaty and I could smell Zane clearly now. That scent... it really was him all along. It filled my nostrils and I felt consumed with fuck-lust. I needed to pound him... rut in him... claim him.

I whispered, barely able to contain my voice, "I own this ass now, you got that? Your faggot ass belongs to me now,. I'm just taking what's mine."

Zane's tight hole spasmed squeezed around my cock. It kinda hurt, but gave me a nice head rush knowing that I was doing this to him. That I had an athletic jock pinned beneath me, struggling to take me. To please me. To serve me.

"God, this pussy's good. Fuck, I can't wait to rut in you..."

I felt Zane's body pulse hearing that. I knew the dirty talk was turning him on. I liked that he was turned on. God, he's so sexy. I wanted him so bad.

I proceeded to lift both his arms and pin them above his head. Then, I started licking his shoulder... then going lower across his upper lats. And I couldn't resist, I stuffed my nose into his armpit from behind and took a long deep inhale.

Something inside me snapped. All inhibition vanished. I grabbed Zane by his sweaty, blond hair and turned his face to the side. For the first time, I noticed how beautiful his face was. I bent down, ripped the underwear gag off, and planted my lips on his.

My first time kissing another man, other than as a joke. I devoured Zane's mouth, hungrily sucking the air out of his lungs. I rammed my tongue in past his soft lips and devoured him. He kissed me back. I swapped my spit into his mouth, then used my tongue to lap up his. As we kissed, his boy-pussy suctioned and pumped against my hard, 10-inch cock, milking it.

I breathlessly whispered into his mouth, "Dude, I'm gonna nut. I'm gonna seed you... you want that? You want daddy to breed you."

"Fuck yes, Daddy. I need it. I need to get owned by you. Come-on... give it to me... mark me.... I'm all yours."

Hearing my roommate call my "Daddy" for the first time, I lost it. My body felt like electricity. Time seemed to stop. My muscles vibrated with pleasure. Every inch of my was on fire. I pinned Zane's athletic body to the bed and gripped my hands tightly into his warm flesh, as I piston in hard and fast, not caring if I hurt him.

I moaned loudly, not caring if the whole building could hear me. "Shit... here it comes.... Daddy's gonna give you his babies.... FUCK!!!! UGHHH...... Take that... yeah.. ohhh.... take it, bitch.... fuck... shit.. GAHHHHH!!!!

I pistoned so hard into Zane that he couldn't help but to squirm like a an *actual* bitch. He sounded almost like a girl, whimpering as I pinned him down and seeded my new fuck toy. "Ahhh...... ohhhh fuck... yeah.... ughh...." I felt a swell of pride in my chest, feeling like I actually fucked Zane so hard I turned him into an actual bitch.

I felt my cock tighten and pulse as each spurt of my cum filled Zane's fuck-chute. It felt so amazing, knowing I was planting my victory. That I had conquered a popular D1 baseball athlete. That the muscles he spent so many years building and carving were now spasming with each thrust of my hips overpowering his. That the same blonde, golden-boy roommate at half the girls in our dorm simped for was now himself submitting to me entirely.

*****

ZANE

I laid there face down, catching my breath as Brody collapsed onto me. All 250 pounds of sweaty, NCAA-wrestler muscle pressed down onto my worn out body, squeezing the air out of me. I felt him shudder as the last pulse of cum deposited into my stretched hole. I felt his damp chest hair scratch against my sweaty back.

I felt another tingle run up my spine as I felt his breath on my neck as he whispered. "Damn, dude, that was incredible."

Then, Brody just kind of laid there on me for a minute catching his breath. I was beginning to worry he'd take a nap. Getting smothered to death by a sleeping heavyweight wrestler wasn't the most dignified way to go out.

Just as I felt like I was running out of breath, Brody pushed up. I turned my face to the side to look up at him. He stood up and used his hand to gather the sweat off his face and flicked it at me playfully. Honestly, it was kind of hot. Then he smiled, ran his hands under his pits and I knew what the asshole was planning to do next.

I quickly pressed off the bed and side stepped to avoid getting flicked with sweat again. As I got off the bed, Brody noticed the big cum stain on his mattress right where my cock was rubbing against.

Brody laughed. Then asked, softly, still conscious of making sure nobody would detect two obviously male voices coming from our room, "Dang... did you like.... actually cum while I was fucking you..."

"Yeah... twice."

Brody beamed with pride. He put his hand on my neck and squeezed affectionately. "Let's see how many times I can make that happen again."

Brody fed me his cum five more times that night. Once, before we got into bed, as he made give me his 10-inch dick a "goodnight kiss" that turned into another brutal facefuck.

Then, again when neither of us could fall asleep, and he came over to my side of the room, planted his face in my armpit (he forbade me from putting on deodorant or showering) and started jacking off while huffing my apparently pleasant sweat-stink. To my surprise (and I'll admit, disappointment), Brody prematurely ejaculated within like 20 seconds.

At around 1:00 am, I awoke to the feeling of Brody's turgid monster pressing against my sphincter. He pulled me up to my hand and knees and fucked me like a doggy while he pulled my hair with one hand and muffled my mouth with the other. He shot another load in me, and then went back to his bed. I stayed up a few more minutes jacking myself off until I shot my load on my abs.

At 3:00 am Brody laid back with his arms behind his back, while I sat onto of him, gyrating my hips and doing my best to keep my moans as low as possible. I liked that, in this position, I could look at him and run my hands over his sexy, hairy chest. We made it a challenge to see who could make who cum first. We both lost, as we shot our loads at the same time. His adding another load to my now-overfilled hole, and mine splattering all over his hairy chest and strong-boned face. I took the liberty of licking him clean. I was surprised he even let me lick the cum off his face. I briefly considered kissing him and letting him taste my cum, but thought better of it at last minute.

Finally, right before the sun rose, Brody had me on my back, both my wrists pinned down by my head. My legs wrapped around his corded back muscles as he fucked me missionary. When he finally let my wrists free, I wrapped my arms around him too, hugging him like a lover and caressing his sexy muscles while he ground into me.

I felt our sweat and body heat mixing and which this would never end. That we would melt into another dimension where time stalled and Brody Kessler could pound me into eternity. After he bred his last load of the night into me, he didn't pull out. He leaned in and started kissing me. We made out for five minutes, until his cock finally deflated and popped out.

It was almost unbelievable that Brody would kiss me like that after cumming. My straight, conservative, slightly-homophobic hunk of a roommate who exclusively watched lesbian porn and cringed at any sign of femininity he saw in another man. What were the odds of Brody Kessler ever, in a hundred years, tenderly kissing another man after making passionate love. It was like the laws of probability were temporarily turned upside down. Really should've bought a lottery ticket that day.