College Jocks Brooks and Zane 09

Zane

By the time I actually got Brooks on the phone that night, I'd spent the better part of six hours in a low-grade panic spiral I'd had to hide from my entire extended family, so hearing his voice come through the line -- tired, a little medicated-sounding, but alive and coherent -- did more for my nervous system than anything had all day.

I FaceTimed Brooks in my room as soon as Aunt Susan, Uncle Owen, and the twins left, at around 9:30. He'd been released from the medical center and was back in his own bed now.

Brooks walked me through the damage. Doctors said it was a grade II AC joint sprain. It was in his shoulder, not the arm itself. This was good because it meant surgery wasn't on the table, but recovery would still entail a sling, a six-week recovery clock, and a very firm goodbye to the rest of his season.

"Six weeks," I said, still sort of turning the number over. "Damn. So you're out. Like, actually out."

"Actually out. Season's over for me." He said it easy, almost light-hearted, which threw me a little.

"You know, you don't really sound as devastated as I expected you would."

"Honestly, I'm a little relieved." Brooks let out a sigh. "Our record's 5 and 6 after this game, Zane. Zero chance we a bowl game this year, not with the line we've had since October. Let's be real. I was gonna spend the next month getting sacked into the dirt for a team that's mathematically out of anything that matters. Now I get to just heal up and watch from the sideline. Ain't gotta spend all day at practice anymore.... I can just get out of classes and chill on the couch like a normal person."

Hearing Brooks's positive view of this whole situation lifted my own spirits. I'm not sure why, but I always feel sad whenever Brooks is sad. And when I see him happy, it gives me one of the best feelings in the world

"Okay, this is a shockingly mature take for a guy who cried over a Lego set a week ago," I said.

"Dude, for the 20th fucking time. I did not cry over the Lego set, I got emotional thinkin' about an old friend, there's a difference."

"Sure. Noted for the record."

"Also I resent the implication that maturity and Legos are mutually exclusive."

"Well, that's something we can agree on... Anyways, so what, are you just gonna be team mascot for six weeks? Sit on the sideline in a hoodie looking wounded and inspirational?"

"That's exactly the plan, actually. I've been practicing my wounded-but-inspirational face in the mirror."

"How's it coming along?"

Brooks contorted his handsome face into a goofy-looking pout. I laughed so hard I almost dropped my phone.

"Dude you look like you're fucking constipated!"

"Rude. I'm an injured man, show some respect."

"I have shown you nothing but respect this entire call."

"Bruh. You just called me constipated."

"I said your inspirational face looked constipated. Completely different statement."

"Aight. I'll accept that." Then, Brooks's tone got serious again. "Hey, you still planning on coming back to campus on Sunday?"

"Yup. Nothin's changed."

"Good," Brooks said. Then his face shifted a bit. I noticed his jaw tightening slightly and his eyes dropping away from the camera for a second before coming back. It almost looked as though as Brooks felt nervous about what he was gonna say next. "So, hear me out."

"That's rarely a good start."

"It's a great start, you haven't even heard it yet." Brooks shifted the phone, propping it up against something. "I was thinking... on Friday morning... tomorrow morning, that is... I could maybe drive down to Denver, hang out with you a couple days, meet your dad, and then we can drive back to campus together on Sunday."

I stared at the screen for a second, waiting for the part where he admitted he was joking. It didn't come.

"My guy. This is the stupidest idea you've ever had and you've had some seriously idiotic ideas. Bro, you need to be in bed resting! You literally have your arm in a sling, for fuck's sake!"

"I got one arm in a sling. Other one works completely fine. Besides, the Tesla's got Full Self-Driving. I can basically just sit there and vibe for three hours."

"No." I said it flatly, leaving no room for negotiation. "Absolutely not. You are staying home, resting your shoulder, and not putting a single mile on a car until that sling comes off. This is not up for debate."

He opened his mouth to argue further, but I just kept going before he could get a word in.

"Also, even if you could drive, it wouldn't work. I'm not gonna be home Friday afternoon. I'm gonna be staying at Brody's for the next couple days... his family invited me, and I already took them up on it."

A look of disappointment crossed Brooks's face right then. It passed quick, but not quick enough for me to miss it. He looked crestfallen and maybe even a little envious, but then dialed a smile back up.

"Oh. Cool. Yeah, that's... that makes sense." He nodded a couple times. "Brody's family seems fun. You'll have a good time."

"Yeah. Should be chill."

"Well." He cleared his throat. "Guess my whole plan's dead in the water, then... Hey, I gotta hop off, I've got another call coming in. It's my trainer checking in on me."

"Go. Rest that arm."

"Yes, sir." He gave a small mock salute with his good hand. "Hey, thanks again for callin' me. I missed seeing your ugly mug. Have fun with Brody's family. Tell 'em I said hi."

"Will do. Goodnight, Brooks."

"Night, Buddy."

******

ZANE - ONE DAY LATER

Dad had dropped me off at Brody's place on Friday afternoon. His family lived about 45 minutes outside Denbury, close enough that it wasn't much of a detour on the way back to campus. By the time Sunday rolled around, I'd actually had a pretty good time. Brody's parents were loud and welcoming. His brother Tom was cool (and, I must confess I found him very sexy).

Late on Sunday afternoon, we began our drive back to campus. Brody's truck rattled along a quiet road and I wondered silently why we didn't just turn onto the highway.

Brody wore a muscle tank that showed off his muscular arms and a backwards cap that made him look like a full on fuck-boy. A few minutes into the drive, Brody started shifting in his seat a bit, one hand drifting down to scratch his crotch.

"Dude, I'm so horny it's actually affecting my ability to drive," he announced, as though this was information I actually needed to hear.

"That's concerning on multiple levels..."

"I'm serious. Eight hours, Zane. Eight hours FUCKING hours since I've gotten my rocks off. Ughhh... dude, that's the thing I hate most about being home. I can't get no privacy..."

I wasn't sure what to say to that. So I just said, "Sorry, man, that's tough."

Brody drummed his fingers on the wheel and continued talking. "And I gotta say... spending a semester at State's made me realize... my hometown's got, like, zero talent. You know how many *actually* hot girls there are in my town? I could count 'em on two hands and still have fingers left over."

"I mean, I dunno, I feel like that group of women we saw at the park earlier looked just fine..."

"I'm just saying, State's a different universe. Every direction you look, it's just -- options. Constantly. It's genuinely spoiled me." He shook his head mournfully. "Going back home is like starting your cut after living at an all-you-can-eat buffet for your whole bulking season."

"You know I don't like it when you compare women to food, Brody."

"I have massive respect for women. I respect them so much I want to be with as many of them as humanly possible." He said this with total sincerity.

Then, out of almost nowhere, Brody pulled down his sweatpants, and boxers, and his semi-hard dick flopped out. He looked at me devilishly.

That was when I finally got it. I realized we were on this quiet road instead of the highway.

Brody picked this on purpose.

"Suck it," he said. Not a question. "Be a bro and give me some road head."

I stared at Brody's semi-hard cock. Even now it looked huge, resting thick against his thigh. The wiry black pubes at the base looked sweaty.

"I've never done that," I said. "Not in a car."

"First time for everything, Whitaker." He took his right hand off the wheel, grabbed a fistful of my hair, and shoved my head down into his lap.

I didn't fight it. I felt the heat of his crotch on my face, and then the wiry hair, the damp skin. His cock rubbed against my cheek and then my mouth.

I was caught off guard, but I was turned on immediately. I was aroused by how confidently Brody just ordered me around. Brody was so fucking masculine and dominant. He took charge and treated me like I was his personal property.

"Open up," he said.

I obeyed and he pushed into my mouth and kept one hand in my hair, steering with the other. The truck stayed straight.

Then, Brody reached behind the seat, fished out a towel, and dropped it over my head. The world went terry-cloth dark. I could hear the engine. I could hear him. I could smell nothing but his crotch.

"Stay under there," Brody said. "Anybody passes us, they just see a towel. You're a good little secret, dude."

I sucked my friend's sweaty dick. Awkward at first because of the angle and the moving truck. Then I found a rhythm. Up and down as much as the space allowed. I massaged his thick manhood with my tongue, savoring the salty taste of his precum.

"Fuck yeah," he muttered. "That's it. Don't you scrape me with your teeth. Just like that."

His hips rolled up off the seat, feeding me more. I took it. Under the towel I was leaking in my jeans and I didn't care. I liked being used like this. I liked that he didn't ask twice.

The truck hit a bump and his cock shoved deeper. I gagged and stayed on it.

"Good boy," Brody said. "Keep sucking. We got a while."

Brody's hand tightened in my hair. He stopped letting me set the pace. He used me like an object. Short, hard pulls down onto his cock until my nose was in his pubes and I couldn't breathe. He held me there, and only let me up when I started to choke.

"Take it," he said. "All of it. Quit bein' such a pussy."

I tried. He was thick and the angle with me sitting in the passenger seat was tough. He didn't care. He shoved me back down and my throat opened whether I wanted it to or not. I gagged. More spit ran out of my mouth and into the black hair at his base. His pubes were soaked. Every time Brody pulled me off, a string of throatslime connected my lip to his cock, then he pushed me through it again.

Brody pulled the towel off my head and chuckled.

"Look at that," Brody muttered. "Fucking sloppy. That's how I like you."

I myself was so hard it hurt. My jeans were tight and wet at the front. I thought I might actually cum like that, just from Brody Kessler's monster cock in my throat and his fist in my hair No hand on me. Nothing. Just sucking him while the truck hummed under us.

"Your throat gettin' sore, Whitaker?" Brody's voice sounded so deep and sexy as he taunted me. "Well I don't give a shit. Just don't stop sucking."

I moaned around him, my nose inhaling his sweaty dark pubes. I felt like I was close to cumming in my pants. Stupid close.

Then I heard Brooks's voice in my head. I remembered how he told me about his anxiety. Remembered how I promised him I'd do everything to make sure I wouldn't get in a car wreck.

The guilt hit me hard.

I forcefully pulled my mouth off Brody's cock all at once. As I pulled away, I could see Brody's cock jutting out shining, a string of spit still hanging off it.

"The fuck--" He looked down at me, pissed. "I was just starting to enjoy your throat, dude. Why'd you stop?"

I sat up. I knew I needed to call this off. I'd promised Brooks I was getting back safe. Road head in a moving truck was the opposite of that.

But I was still horny as fuck. I also didn't want to make this awkward between me and Brody. I did not want to sit next to a sexually frustrated Brody for the next thirty minutes.

I quickly thought of a plan.

"Pull over," I said. "Please, dude. Pull over now."

"What?"

"I need you to fuck me." I said it fast so I wouldn't lose my nerve. "Bro, I need your cock so bad. I can't do this while you're driving. Please. Just stop the truck. I need to get fucked in the ass."

The irritation left his face. What replaced it was a slow, mischievous smile.

"There he is," Brody said, a minute later. He checked the mirror, tapped the brakes, and eased us onto the shoulder. Gravel popped under the tires. He killed the engine.

"Get out."

We got out. Brody jerked his head toward the tree line and I followed him in, jeans still straining painfully against my hard-on. A few yards off the shoulder the woods closed up enough that the truck was just a shape behind us.

"Turn around," Brody said. "Hands on the tree."

I put my palms on the bark. He came up behind me, hooked my waistband, and yanked my jeans and boxers down in one pull. Cold air hit my ass.

"Jesus Christ, Whitaker." He grabbed a cheek in each hand and squeezed. "This ass. This fucking ass."

Then he spanked me. Hard. The sound cracked off the trees. I jolted and stayed yelped.

"Nice," he said. He spanked the other side. "Suchhhh a nice juicy ass."

He slapped my buttcheek again. I hissed through my teeth, but somehow I liked it.

"Don't move," Brody said. He knelt down on one knee, spread my cheeks, and then spat a thick loogie onto my asshole. Then he did it again. He rubbed the warm spit in with his thumb.

"You ever taken a cock with just spit as lube?" he asked.

"No," I said. "I haven't.... but.... I'll try."

"Good boy. Gooood fuckin' boy."

His cock was still wet from my mouth. Throatslime was slathered all over that thick monster. He made me suck on it again for a bit to get it extra wet. Then he had me turn around and put my hands against the tree.

Brody lined his cock up and pressed the head against me. It didn't go.

He pushed harder. The tip forced in and the pain was immediate and huge. I yelled. I couldn't help it. It felt like I was tearing.

"ARGHHHHHHH! Fuck!!!! Brody--"

"Relax," he said. He didn't sound relaxed. He sounded hungry. "Breathe. I got you."

He gave me another inch. I screamed into my arm. My hands slipped on the bark. I tried to take it. I wanted to take it. My body did not care what I wanted. It locked up and burned.

He worked himself in a little more. In. Out. In. Every movement was worse. It felt like being split apart. "Ughhh... oh my god.... AHHH, it hurts so fucking bad..."

"Come on, dude. Take it like a man. I'm already three inches inside you.

"I can't..." I gasped. "Brody. Stop. Please. Lube. I need lube. I can't do spit. I'm sorry. Please."

Brody stopped. He didn't pull out all the way. He just held there, three inches in, breathing hard against my back.

"Alright," he said. His voice was rough. "Alright. I got lube in the glove box. Don't fucking go anywhere."

Brody was back in under a minute. The cap clicked. Cold lube hit my hole and he jammed two fingers through it, spreading it inside me. Not gentle. Then the head of his cock was there again.

This time it slid in with a satisfying push.

It still burned, but I took it like a man. Brody didn't wait for me to get used to his girth. He bottomed out in a few firm pushes and started fucking me like he was angry about my earlier failure.

Maybe he was. His hips slammed into my ass and the tree scraped my chest a couple of times when he thrust especially hard. He gathered my hair in one fist and yanked my head back. I moaned so loudly as my roommate ravished me behind a tree on the side of the road.

"Thaaaat's better," he grunted through his teeth. "That's what I thought. You just needed to stop being a little bitch and start taking it like a man."

He fucked me fast and rough. Every thrust made me feel like I was getting dominated. Getting conquered. Owned. I braced on the trunk and just took my punishment. I don't know why, but I liked it.

"Say you love this," Brody said.

He spanked me. The sting of my butt cheek complimented the stretch of my asshole.

"I love it," I gasped. "I love getting railed by you."

Another spank.

"Aghhh! I love getting used."

Another.

"SHIT. I love it. Fuck. I love getting my ass pounded by a real man."

"Who's the boss from now on?"

He didn't let go of my hair. He drove in deep and held his cock deep inside me, until I answered.

"You are, Brody," I said. "You're the boss."

"Who's superior man?"

"You are."

"Say it like you mean it."

"You're superior. You're the real man. You're the real man in the room, Brody. I am--AHH! fuck--"

He spanked me again and kept thrusting.

"That's right. Fuckin' serve me, dude. You're gonna be my gooooood lil' bitch boy from now on. You hear me?"

"Yes, sir."

"Say it."

"I'm gonna be a good bitch boy from now on."

"For who?"

"For you.... ow! ughhh... I'm gonna be a good obedient bitch for Daddy from now on."

He reached around with his other hand and grabbed my cock. He'd never done that before. Jacking me off while he was inside me. His fist was huge and a little dry and he jerked me in time with his hips, sloppy and fast, and my whole body went tight.

"Brody--I'm gonna--"

"Do it. Jizz all over the fuckin' tree. Nut while Daddy uses you."

I did. The orgasm hit so hard my legs shook. I would have gone down if he wasn't holding me up by the hair and the hip. I painted the bark in thick pulses and I sounded exactly as wrecked as I felt.

"Mhhhfuck me. AHHHH. Oh yeah. Uhhh yeahhh. Don't stop. Please don't stop--"

He didn't stop. He fucked me through it until I was twitching and oversensitive and still moaning like a bitch. Then his rhythm broke.

"Fuck. Fuck. Take it. Take my load, Whitaker. I'm gonna fuckin' unload my seed in your filthy tight boypussy--"

Brody roared. He was so loud I would've sworn it rattled the trees. His throbbing cock swelled and kicked inside me and he dumped his load up my ass, pulsing, holding me on him so none of it went anywhere else.

"UHHH. GRAHHH. Oh fuck. Yeah. Yeahhh. Mmm. Good boy. Good fucking boy--"

He kept thrusting through it, slower, sloppy, until he was empty. Then he slumped against my back, breathing like he'd wrestled a match, his cock still buried in me, cum already starting to leak out around him.

I stayed on the tree with my forehead on the bark and my pants around my knees. My legs were shaking. I could feel him dripping out of me.

"Holy shit," Brody said into my shoulder. He laughed, "I'm gonna enjoy the fuck out of the rest of this year, Roomie."

Author's Note:

Thank you guys so much for reading and taking the time to share your thoughts in the comments and emails. I read every single one of them and so appreciate hearing your feedback and ideas. I've recently been mulling over the possibility of Brody and Brooks maybe hooking up a time or two, way down the line. Not sure if that'd ruin the story or not, but it's been kinda hot thinking about a Brody+Brook scene.