It been three week since Tim had fucked Trent and two weeks ..
🕑 Added 2023-02-08 02:03:35 +0000 UTC
It been three week since Tim had fucked Trent and two weeks since he broke in the hot Italian quarterback, Drew, and he haven’t heard from neither of the big macho jocks. There wasn’t even a call pleading for him to do their essay or homework. Tim just caulk it up as straight jocks being scared of their emotions and didn’t want to admit that they enjoyed being fucked up the ass.
Tim was preparing for another Friday night alone in his apartment when there was a knock on his door. He opened it to find Trent standing at the door in a leather jacket and a pair of tight jeans. His thighs were huge as they stretched the denim pants. Trent had cut his long blonde mane and now had a high and tight hair cut.
“Yo, buddy. how it going,” Trent smiled his famous bright smile.
“Trent, what are you doing here,” Tim said, surprised to see the jock.
“Sorry, I haven’t called or stopped by earlier but being busy with football and wrestling practices,” Trent walked past Tim into the apartment without waiting to be invited in.
Tim closed the door and turned to face the jock. Trent unzipped his jacket and revealed a tight underarmour shirt that clung to his muscular torso. His chisel 8 pack abs and large, heavy pecs were on full display through the shirt.
“Anyway, I stop by to see if you want to come to the Union Station tonight, I’m heading over to hang with some friends there,” Trent let the jacket open further.
“You’re asking me to hang out with you and your friends?”
“Sure, dude. It will be fun,” Trent replied with a smile.
“Don’t you think it would be weird? What would your friends think, and your girlfriend?”
“Why,” Trent gave a confused look at Tim. “My buddies know that you help me out with my classes. Oh, and thanks. I got an A from the essay.”
“You are welcome. I'm glad you did well,” Tim was still not sure what was going on.
“As for the girlfriend, I dumped Marci. The bitch got annoying. So you want to come with me or not?”
“I’m not really dressed for going out,” the nerd looked down at his oversized sweatpants.
Trent's eyes followed Tim’s, “nah, you look good.”
Trent didn’t look away and Tim’s cock began to grow, “we are in no hurry.”
Trent slowly knelt in front of Tim and pulled the gray sweatpants down. Tim’s cock immediately popped free, almost hitting the football player in the face. Trent opened his mouth and wrapped his mouth around the cock, taking it down his tight throat.
“Mmm,” Tim moaned and gripped Trent’s hair.
The leather jacket slid off Trent’s wide shoulders revealing the massive arms that stretched the short sleeves of the spandex shirt. The well defined biceps and triceps of each arm were as big around as Tim’s head. The football player was working the thick shaft with his tongue and lips before taking it deeper into his throat. However, he could only take so much before he started gagging on the thickness. Trent tried to pull away but his mouth felt so good on Tim’s cock that the nerd pulled the larger jock back on his cock. Tim then began to ram his cock against the back of the jock’s throat as Trent let out a muffled moan. The nerd ran his hands over the buzz hair cut, loving the feeling of the short blonde bristles of hair against his hands.
It didn’t take Tim long to be on the verge of cumming. Dominating the big star jock was sending him over the edge. Tim pulled his cock from Trent’s mouth and gripped his throbbing cock. In return Trent kept his mouth open and was quickly rewarded. Tim’s cum erupted in thick gobbles over Trent’s face and down onto the white shirt. Trent tried to greedily lap up as much of the cum as possible and swallowed it. After Tim finally stopped cumming, Trent leaned forward and started to lick the nerd’s cock clean.
“Sorry about the shirt,” Tim smirked as he looked down at the now transparent compression shirt, soaked with his cum.
“No problem,” Trent responded as he stood up.
Trent peeled the shirt over his head, revealing his sculpted, muscle god body. There wasn’t an ounce of visible fat on his body. His 8 pack abs were tight and chiseled, with deep valleys between the cobblestone abs. Deep v shape cuts below his abs and visible veins disappeared into his low hanging jeans. Trent’s smooth pecs were huge, with hard nipples pointed downwards by the massive slabs of meat under his tight tan skin.
“You want to borrow a shirt,” Tim then realized after he had offered that none of his shirts would fit the large jock. “Or stop at your place to change?”
“No, I’m cool,” Trent pulled his leather jacket over his bare bulging muscles.
Tim changed into some clothes and the two headed toward the popular Union bar. As soon as they entered the bar, Tim was amazed how everyone seemed to know Trent. He was football royalty in the college town, everyone was slapping his back, shaking hands. Girls were hugging him, kissing him, running their hands into his jacket, feeling his god-like body.
The popular bar was packed with a mixed crowd. The music was loud and thumping through Tim’s body. Tim smirked as he saw Trent heading toward Drew. The tall quarterback had one arm draped over his girlfriend’s shoulders and a beer bottle in the other hand. He briefly let go of his girlfriend and greeted Trent with a bro hug.
“What up bud,” Drew pulled away.
“Good man. You know Tim? He the one that I told you about, who help me with the essays,” Trent wrapped his right arm around Tim’s slim shoulders,
Drew almost turned white when he saw Tim. Tim couldn’t help but smile, as the normally cocky, confident jock grew nervous. Drew returned his right arm over his girlfriend’s shoulder.
“No, no I don’t know him. I see you around,” Drew tried not to make eye contact with the nerd.
Trent gave his quarterback a confused look as Drew led his girlfriend away.
“Trent! Buddy,” a wall of dark muscles came up to Trent and the two football players clinched their fists together as their shoulders bumped together in a bro hug. “How it is hanging.”
“Good, always good,” Trent shouted over the loud music.
Tim couldn’t believe how hot the 5”9 black muscle stud was standing before him. He pressed his hand against Trent to get to the football player to introduce him.
“Oh, this is Tim. Tim, this is Marcus, he’s on the football team with me,” Trent introduced the skinny nerd to the muscular jock.
Marcus smiled his bright perfect white smile and reached out his large right hand. Tim’s hand appeared so small in comparison.
“So you the nerd that saved Trent here from failing and getting kicked off the football team.”
“Yeah, I guess,” Tim and the two football players laughed.
Marcus’s chocolate colored skin was flawless while his huge muscles were bulging through the black thigh shirt. He wasn’t as tall as Trent or Drew, but he made up for it with his muscles. Tim couldn’t help but notice that the tight blue jeans were almost painted on Marcus’s thick legs and especially his huge bubble ass.
As the night went on, Trent brought Tim his beer and the three were soon talking and laughing. Tim could feel people staring at him, wondering who the nerd that was so chumley with the two sexy football players. At one point during the night, Trent and Marcus went off to dance with some co-Ed’s, leaving Tim alone. Tim slipped on his beer as he watched the two football players grinding and humping the two girls on the dance floor. He watched as the girl dancing with Trent peeled his jacket off his huge shoulders and ran her hands over his hot muscular body. The other girl helped Marcus peel his shirt over his head. His body was even sexier in the flashing lights of the dance floor.
After dancing, Trent and Marcus both returned to the bar and rejoined Tim. Both had another beer in their hands. It was obvious that both had way too much to drink.
“Hey, settle a bet with us,” Trent’s speech was slurred. “Who has the better pecs?”
The two football players were standing close, forming a wall of muscles blocking anyone’s view.
“It’s me, dude,” Marcus yelled, and bounced his huge chocolate pecs.
“Keep dreaming,” Trent shouted back.
Tim was in heaven. He could smell their raging testosterone as they stood so close.
“Go ahead, feel those babies,” Trent flexed his smooth golden tanned pecs.
Tim's hands went to Trent’s chest and began to feel them up. The muscles were dancing against the palms of his hands.
“Impressive,” Tim groaned.
“Feel a real man’s pecs,” Marcus grunted.
Tim then moved his hands to the other set of massive, hard pecs.
“Damn, beautiful,” Tim moaned in a whisper.
Tim placed a hand on each set of pecs and felt up the two football players. He squeezed and weighted the thick pecs in his smaller hands, feeling how heavy each were, while they bounced and flexed them. Trent made his pectoral muscles move in ripping waves, only to be matched by Marcus. Tim was so horny, as his cock grew hard in his jeans. He smirked at both football players and boldly moved his hands down their sculpted torsos. They both watched and grunted in approval as the nerd traced their abs with his hands. Marcus’s jeans were sat low and revealed the waistband of his CK briefs. The whiteness of the briefs was contrasting beautifully against his flawless chocolate skin. Tim moved his hands lower, and then gripped each jock’s cocks through their jeans.
“Oh fuck, man that feel good,” Marcus grunted. He closed his eyes and parted his thick lips.
“Fuck, yeah,” Trent groaned, thrusting his hips against Tim’s hands.
Both jocks were rock hard and throbbing in Tim’s hands. Tim felt so powerful as he continued to squeeze and rub them both to erections in the middle of a crowded bar.
“Fuck, dude you making me so horny,” Marcus stepped back. “I have to find a chick and fuck her brains out.”
Marcus walked away adjusting his bulging crotch.
Trent leaned close to Tim and whispered in his ear “He ain’t the only one that you made horny.”
