1. Rashad
Rashad
Practice wore me the fuck out today, and I couldn’t help shake the feeling that the tension in my back and some...other areas was going to lead to something bad. I couldn’t afford an injury mid-season. We were leading our division and on track to make the play-offs.
I thought McAllister was gonna tell me to take some pills or suck it up, so I was surprised when he suggested I talk to the team trainer about what my body was telling me.
I was always last to leave the field, right behind our QB, Skylar Laurent, a habit we picked up at Florida University together. If it worked, it worked.
“Something on your mind, Rashad?” Sky asked as we jogged into the tunnel.
“Gonna talk with Lenny after I shower.”
“You okay?”
“Okay for now, and tryin’ to stay that way, man. I’m good.”
A fist bump and a smile later, and we headed our separate ways in the already half-empty locker room.
We had a bye week, so Coach wasn’t riding us as hard as normal, and it showed.
I’d normally wonder what the other guys were up to tonight since we had a lighter schedule this week, but it had been weeks. I needed private time tonight.
I stripped, threw all my sweaty shit in the laundry bin, and headed to the showers.
A lifetime of hiding had taught me not to stare, but my peripheral vision told me there were only a few guys in there.
At least it didn’t sound like showboat Zephyrus Jones was still here.
He had the irritating presence of a song you’d love to forget, on and off the field, but in the locker room, he was inclined to strut around naked.
And he did so for a reason - so everyone could see how huge his dick was.
“Alright, now what are you thinking about? No one should look so serious when they’re showering.” Sky claimed the shower head next to mine, turning the water on.
“Zephyrus Jones.”
“Oh! I didn’t realize you had a thing for big dicks.”
I watched Sky test the water, then walk under the spray. He was only an inch shorter than me, but that made him the tallest quarterback in the league. And the best, if anyone were to ask me.
“Fuck you, asshole.” Sky was the only one on the team that knew my secret. “And seriously, he’s a clown. How can you stand him?”
“He scores TDs, dude. But don’t worry, you’ll always be my favorite receiver.” Sky glanced around, then added, “I know how you love gettin’ it from me.”
I laughed, and relaxed since we were alone now. “You should not be this comfortable joking like that when we’re buck-ass naked.”
“Oh. You want me to stutter and be awkward. Fuck that. I’ve known you for almost half my life. I’ve seen your penis a thousand times. Still nothin’.”
I was incredibly thankful for his friendship. “Wanna go huntin’ tonight with me after I see the trainer?” I asked.
“It’s been a while. You still know what to do?”
Before I headed down into the labyrinth of the stadium to find the athletic trainer, I made plans to meet up with Sky at his place later. I hadn’t seen anyone on the way here, and I had a feeling I was too late. I’d have to find him tomorrow.
“Lenny?”
I pushed the heavy door to the training room open, letting it click shut behind me.
“Uh, hi. Lenny’s not here. How can I help you, sir?”
Well, fuck if that ‘sir’ didn’t harden my dick instantly.
The small voice was coming from a rather buff package.
It took all of a few seconds to take him in.
He had short blond hair, a flushed pale complexion, black-rimmed glasses hiding light blue eyes, and three studs in his right ear.
He was almost a foot shorter than me, but the tight khakis highlighted his slim waist and the fitted team polo barely contained his biceps.
I gave the fabric digging into his muscles another glance. The dude was ripped.
His demeanor and the glasses were throwing me off, though.
“Mr. Carter, sir, can I help you?”
My name brought me back to reality. I still found it weird that people recognized me. Well, weirder when they were muscular nerds with a pierced ear.
“McAllister said I should come see you. I’ve been having some random minor pains here and there. Is Lenny not here?”
The guy shook his head. “He had something come up. I can just write him a note and you could come back if you–”
“No, no.” Don’t say it. “We can see what magic you can work on me.” Jesus, why am I flirtin’?
But fuck if I wasn’t rewarded with a smile.
“What’s your name, anyway?”
“Duncan. Duncan Fitzpatrick.”
“Nice to meet you, Duncan. I’m Rashad.” I held out my hand and was not disappointed. It was a firm handshake.
“I know who you are, sir.”
“You can call me Rashad.”
“Yes, sir…Rashad.” Duncan’s face turned bright pink before he turned away to hide it, but it only made him that much cuter. This was going to be a tricky situation for me if I wasn’t careful.
“Um, what areas of concern do you have, sir-Rashad?”
“Mostly lower back, but lately, some glute and groin issues.”
“How often are you lifting weights?”
“Two days a week in-season.”
Duncan nodded, before saying, “You can leave what you have on, but I’m going to try some mobility exercises with you, if you wanted to change, you could-”
I saw him motion to what I assumed was a bathroom, but I dropped my bag, kicked off my shoes, pulled off my shirt, and dropped my sweats. I knew I was peacocking, but I didn’t give a fuck. I stood in front of him, in socks and my red Under Armour boxer briefs, waiting for his instructions.
For the next ten minutes, he had me doing lunges, squats, jumping jacks. It felt like a bizarre game of Simon Says, only it was Duncan giving the commands. I caught his sky blue eyes darting toward my thighs more than once, though he quickly snapped his gaze back up to my face.
“Any pain?” he asked.
“Nope.”
He seemed puzzled. “Well, nothing appears to be affecting you during a normal range of motion, so I’m going to try a few things with you lying on the table next.” Duncan motioned to a waist-high contoured platform, covered with a plastic, removable covering.
“You’re the boss,” I said, before lying down.
I flinched when he touched my knee, and he quickly apologized.
“Just surprised me is all. Should’ve expected it.”
“I should’ve announced I was about to touch your leg. It’s something they taught us, to make athletes more comfortable with touch. Can you bring your knee up to your chest as far as you can?”
I complied.
“Okay, good. Now, I’m going to push it a little farther and you let me know if it’s uncomfortable.”
After an additional ten minutes, the only thing remotely uncomfortable was me. I hoped he hadn’t noticed my semi, but how could he not? It was practically slapping both of us in the face every time he stretched another muscle.
I grabbed the side of the table to readjust my position at the exact same time he moved forward to reach over my body. I froze.
He was definitely hard. I could feel it, pressed against the back of my hand.
For a split second, we both held our breath. Duncan scrambled backward, his flushed face burning an even deeper shade of pink.
“I-I’m sorry. Fuck, this is embarrassing. I haven’t, you know…in a while.” He stumbled over his words, frantically trying to adjust himself. “I guess I’m a little horny,” he added under his breath “Please don’t tell anyone.”
I still hadn’t moved my hand from the edge of the table. “I will definitely not be telling anyone. I know how you feel.”
I watched his eyes widen, then travel down my torso to my bulge. As soon as I had felt his arousal, mine immediately finished filling with blood.
“It’s so huge,” I heard him whisper.
Protocol at this point demanded we stop the session and go about our lives. Erections were just a part of being a guy, right?
Fuck it.
“You wanna wrap your lips around it? Taste a real man’s cock?”
His gaze immediately met mine. No embarrassment this time. Maybe hope? Lust?
“I really shouldn’t.”
“But you want to.” It wasn’t a question.
“Fuck yes, sir.”
“It’s all yours, baby boy.”
In seconds, his hand had pulled my waistband down, released my hard cock and fed half of it into his mouth. He wasted no time slobbering up and down it, pulling off to spit on it, lubing it up enough that he could stroke it with his other hand.
It wasn’t long before I noticed he had pulled his dick out with his other hand and was jacking off while hollowing out his cheeks on mine.
“That’s it, pussyboy. Suck my cock.”
He didn’t argue with the name. I was a strict top and I liked to dominate. The fact that he had some muscles made it that much sweeter. I loved breaking in a built guy.
I was already on the verge of cumming—man, could he suck cock—but wanted this to last a lot longer than five minutes. He wasn’t taking a break to breathe, so I had to literally pull him off me.
“Strip.”
“Right away, sir.”
I watched him fumble with his belt and his shoes. When he untucked his shirt, I got a glimpse of his abdominals underneath, and then his entire torso once he pulled it over his head. He definitely had the whole package.
“You a top or bottom?” I asked as he dropped his pants to the floor.
“I’m usually with guys smaller than me, so I top, but I consider myself vers, especially with bigger guys.”
He went to pull his jockstrap off, but I grabbed his hands to stop him. “Leave that on. Take your socks off.”
I did the same, pushing my boxer briefs to the floor and stepping out of them.
“On your knees.”
He dropped immediately.
“Show me how much you like my cock, and don’t forget my balls.”
“Yes, sir.”
My balls were in his mouth in seconds. My dick flat across his face.
Looking down, I could see one eye and his nose.
The rest of his face was covered by my dick.
The leaking head caused a mess in his hair.
His glasses were slightly askew and it took all my willpower not to cum right there.
The guy had only sucked my cock but already looked utterly wrecked.
“You like that?”
He nodded, mouth still full.
“You want me to play with your little nub or get your boyhole ready for my cock?”
“Get my hole ready, sir.”
“You got lube?”
He was on his feet and back quickly, handing me a bottle he grabbed from his backpack.
“You some kinda Boy Scout?”
“Always prepared, sir,” he answered, a breathless little smirk playing on his lips.
“Good boy.” I let out a low chuckle, popping the cap off with my thumb. “Now, get on the table. All fours, face down, and show me your hole.”
Like a good little bitch boy, he planted his face where my back had been minutes ago, reaching back with both hands to spread his cheeks apart and show me his perfect, hairless hole.
“You want me to fuck your pussy, boy?”
“Yes, please, sir.”
I squeezed a large glob of lube onto his hole, catching most of it with my fingers, then started the slow process of opening him up. Zeph’s dick might be longer, but I was pretty sure I had him on girth. Not that I was ever going to ask him to compare.
“Oh God, that feels so good, sir. I can’t believe this is happening. You’re the hottest player on the team. Fuck!” he hissed as I slipped a third finger in.
I had to admit it felt good to hear him say that, but I needed him to remember his place in this scene.
“Did I say you could talk?” I asked.
“No.”
“No, what?”
“No, sir. Sorry, sir. It just…feels so good, sir.”
“Wait ‘til it’s my cock inside you, boy. You want that?”
“Please, sir.”
“What do you want?”
“I want you to fuck my hole with your cock. Put me in my place, sir. I’m your little pussyboy.”
“That’s right.” Fuck, he was a fast learner. I hadn’t found a more compatible partner in a long time. It’s like he knew the perfect things to say, and seemed to be as turned on by them as me.
His hole was tight and while it wasn’t his first cock, I could tell it had been a while. The moans and obscenities coming from his preppy little mouth were porn to my ears. The pretty boy had a dirty streak a mile wide, and as much as he loved to suck my cock, he was a pro at riding it too.
“Fuck me, sir!” he demanded. “Harder! Harder!”
I gave it to him as fast and as hard as I could to the point where sweat was pouring off of me and down onto him. His eyes were closed, head thrown back, exposing his throat. I couldn’t help but dip down and suck a dark hickey onto it.
“Fuck, sir, I’m close.”
“Cum for me, boy. I hope you're ready for my load.”
Duncan nodded.
“Yes, sir. Oh God, I’m cumming!”
I watched in amazement as he thrust upward, clenching around my dick as came. The first spurt arched through the air and landed on his face, causing him to smile. The next few didn’t go as far, but the smile remained. I knew I had been pounding the spot for a while. He looked blissful.
“I’m close.”
That snapped him out of it.
“Feed it to me, sir.”
I kept the rhythm up, slamming into him, sweat still pouring. “What?”
“I want you to cum in my mouth!”
Fuck.
I pulled out immediately, almost throwing him off the table, but he found his footing quickly, like a cat, and knelt in front of me, as I furiously pumped my cock over his face.
I glanced down and he met my eyes. His mouth was open, tongue out and he just had this expression on his face like this was the best night of his life, and I was a goner.
“Cumming!”
The first blast hit him in the eye and he smiled—he fucking smiled.
Part of it ricocheted off his eyebrow and onto his forehead.
He was prepared for the next one and got all of it in his mouth.
I had damn near fallen over from the rapture of it all, but his hands wrapped around my ass, steadying me.
I had finished, but I could barely concentrate on anything because Duncan was cleaning the cum off his fingers and pushing the remnants of his facial past his lips.
My half-hard dick had a string of cum dangling from the tip.
Just as Duncan leaned forward to clean it off, the heavy door swung open.
“Lenny, you still here?”
I knew who it was right away—it was a recognizable voice—but Zeph’s eyes went straight to my cock and the naked muscle boy whose lips were wrapped around it.
“Holy shit, Rashad!”
Panic flooded my system. “Zeph, I can explain.”
“Fucking hell!”
Oh Jesus, everything I’ve worked for, it’s all fucked.
But instead of looking disgusted or angry, Zeph leaned against the doorframe and smiled. “You don’t need to explain. You need to teach me your ways. This is the hottest thing I’ve seen all year!”
I just stared, mouth open.
From the floor, Duncan wiped his mouth and sighed. “To be honest, Rashad, I agree. That was the best sex of my life.”