twisted-talez: “Goddam,” the hung, muscled, college football stud roared, throwing his head back as
twisted-talez: “Goddam,” the hung, muscled, college football stud roared, throwing his head back as his massive cock flooded my guts. “How come we never fucked like this before?” he lamented, pulling his spent cock out of my wrecked hole. “Uh … maybe because you were always threatening to kick my ass,” I reminded him.Dax Brecker had been the hottest guy at my high school. He was also the most popular guy in school. Star quarterback. Student body president. Missy, his hot-as-fuck girlfriend, was the head cheerleader. And, thanks to having PE with Dax my sophomore year, I knew he had a massive cock. It was like an arm hanging between his legs.“What the fuck are you lookin’ at, faggot?” he barked at me one day at our gym lockers as he toweled off after showering, his huge cock flopping against his muscular thighs. He had caught me ogling his giant member. “Uh … nothing,” I stammered. “Cut the bullshit, faggot,” he yelled, picking me up by the front of my shirt and slamming me into my locker. “If I ever catch you looking at my cock again … I’m gonna fuckin’ kick your ass. Got it?” He then dropped me onto the floor as the rest of the guys in the locker room snickered.I did my best to avoid Dax after that, choosing a locker far from his. But I’d see him around school and he’d always whisper “faggot” under his breath as he passed by me. And if I dared to look his way, he’d threaten me with his fist. The locker incident was embarrassing, yet I knew that I was partly to blame. I had been looking at his cock, after all. But the way Dax continued to harass me in the halls was cruel and painful. Despite that, I continued to be attracted to Dax. My yearbook with his football picture, Dax smiling with his football jersey riding up to reveal his sexy treasure trail, was eventually glued shut from all the loads I spewed while jacking off to him. Thus, my feelings for Dax were complicated.I thought all of that would come to an end once we graduated and I went off to college at State. So you can imagine my surprise when I learned Dax was not only recruited by State’s football team, he was also tapped to be their first-ever, freshman starting quarterback. Naturally. I had misgivings about being at the same college as Dax, but then I realized that our paths would likely never cross on a campus of over 30,000 students. Right? Wrong.We were halfway into our first semester, when my Latin professor called me to his office. “You have the highest grade in my class,” he informed me, “and I need your help.” He then surprised me by asking, “Are you familiar with our talented quarterback Dax Brecker?” Shit. I nodded and said I had gone to high school with Dax. “Wonderful!” my professor exclaimed. “I need you to tutor Dax.”The professor then detailed how Dax was flunking all of his classes and was precariously close to academic probation and being pulled from the team. The situation was so dire, they had moved Dax from the athletic dorm and put him up in a nearby hotel so he could buckle down and study without any distractions. “Dax Brecker is our only hope at the championship this year,” the professor lamented. “The entire university is relying on you to keep him in the game.” Fuck.An hour later, I found myself knocking on Dax’s hotel room door. “You are not to tell anyone where Dax is staying,” my professor had told me. “He is allowed no visitors but you for tutoring.” A television was blaring straight porn loudly from inside the hotel room. I pounded on the door for several minutes before Dax finally heard me and opened the door. He was in nothing but a pair of athletic shorts, and I nearly jizzed my pants as I got a look at his hairy, muscular chest. He had bulked up more since high school and was even hotter than before.“You?” Dax asked incredulously as he got a look at me in his doorway. “What the fuck are you doing here?” Standing tall with as much authority as I could muster, I answered, “I’m your tutor, Dax.” He bowled over in laughter. “My tutor? What are you gonna teach me? How to suck cock.” He was still laughing when I turned on my heels and walked back to the elevator. “No, man … Wait,” he begged. “I’m sorry. Please don’t go. If you don’t help me, I’m … I’m fucked.” And so I followed Dax into his hotel room, greeted by some bitch on the TV screaming, “Yeah … fuck my tight pussy.”“Jesus, Dax. You’re supposed to be studying,” I admonished as I reached for the TV remote and turned off the screaming bitch just as some guy sprayed his money shot on her tits. Dax gave me a sheepish look. “I know I need to study, but I’ve never been good at school. I barely passed in high school. If it wasn’t for this damn football scholarship, I’d be pumping gas somewhere right now, man.”“What are you working on now?” I asked, taking a seat at the table in his room. Dax sat beside me and grabbed a textbook. “I’ve got a midterm in Latin tomorrow,” he said while cracking open his book. “But I’m gonna fuckin’ fail it.” Grabbing a highlighter, I began to highlight verb conjugations. “See, the trick to remembering which verb form to use,” I began, but Dax wasn’t paying any attention. “Dude,” I snapped. “I’m trying to teach you this shit.”“I’m sorry, man,” he apologized. “I’m horny as fuck, and I can’t concentrate when I’m horny.” I started to tell him that I understood, but Dax interrupted. “You have no idea man. I haven’t had pussy in a week. I’m not allowed to have any bitches here. And I have a high sex drive. Do you have any idea how much pussy I’m used to getting in a single day? It would make your fuckin’ head spin.” I looked down at Dax’s crotch, and he was tenting hard.“I’ll make you a deal, Dax,” I proposed. “If you can memorize the conjugations for the verb laborare with me, then I’ll let you fuck my ass.” Dax was incredulous. “No fucking way, dude,” he barked. “I’m no fag.” He suddenly jumped up and stood at the window with his back to me. “Dude. I know you’re not a fag,” I assured him. “But your balls are backed up. You can’t think straight. You need a hole to fuck. I’m the only option you’ve got.” Dax was silent as he stared out the window. “IF I agree to fuck you,” he conditioned, “it’s gonna be from behind. I need to think that I’m fucking pussy.” I nodded in agreement. “AND it can never leave this room, or I’ll fucking destroy you.” I nodded once more.“Christ, you’re huge,” I moaned five minutes later as Dax worked his big cock into me. My ass was perched on the edge of the hotel bed while Dax stood behind me, impaling me with his massive tool. “Shut the fuck up, faggot,” he scolded. I don’t want to hear your voice while I’m fucking you. “FUCK, you’re tight,” he grunted as I could feel his balls pressed against my hole. “Damn,” he exclaimed. “I usually can’t go this deep in pussy. Fucking hot, bro.” What was fucking hot, for me, was thinking about all the bitches he had fucked with that big cock, and how that cock was now up my ass. Dax had moved his hands to my hips and started to jackhammer me hard. Fuck, it felt good. I was about to tell him to slow down or he would nut too fast, but it was too late.“Fuck, man,” Dax suddenly announced. “I’m gonna bust … Aww, FUCK … DAMN.” He continued to pummel my hole as his huge cock unleashed inside his warm load inside me. “Goddam,” he roared, throwing his head back as his balls finished emptying inside me. “How come we never fucked like this before?” he lamented, pulling his spent cock out of me. “Uh … maybe because you were always threatening to kick my ass,” I reminded him.“Yeah … uh … I’m really sorry about that,” Dax apologized while crashing down beside me on the bed, his large cock flopping against the bedspread and leaving a wet streak of cum. “I was an ass to you in high school, and you didn’t deserve it.” I couldn’t believe he was actually being remorseful. “Thank you for the apology, Dax,” I replied. “I’d say we’re about even now, considering I just twisted your arm into fucking me.” Dax pushed himself onto one arm and looked me in the eye. “You didn’t twist my arm,” Dax assured me. “I’ve actually wanted to try fucking a dude for a long time now. And I have to admit … it felt fucking awesome.”“Shit, man. It’s getting late,” I announced while looking at my watch. “We’ve got a lot more verbs to conjugate if you want to pass that Latin exam tomorrow.” Dax sat upright. “How about we do a few verbs, and then I fuck your ass again?” I reached for his big cock and licked a drop of cum that still remained. “Sounds like a deal, man,” I agreed. And so we spent the rest of the evening conjugating a few verbs and then fucking, conjugating again and then fucking some more. By the time I left Dax’s hotel room after 2 am, he had mastered twenty Latin verbs, and I had taken six of his loads up my wrecked hole.“Well done!” my professor congratulated me the next afternoon. “Dax got a B+ on his Latin midterm this morning.” I was immensely relieved. “He worked hard for it,” I reported, not mentioning how hard Dax had worked my hole. “Listen,” the professor continued. “The football coach and I think you should move in with Dax, at least for this semester. It’s the only way he’s going to stay on track. I know Dax is a bit difficult, so I hope you’re prepared to handle him full time.” I laughed to myself, wondering if my ass was prepared to handle Dax’s huge cock full time.Stories are fiction and intended for readers 18 and up. All characters are assumed to be legal, consenting adults. -- source link