Tim sat on the bleachers watching the football team practice..
🕑 Added 2023-02-01 03:03:21 +0000 UTC
Tim sat on the bleachers watching the football team practice. The skinny nerd hates football, and most sports in general, but he had to admit there was a lot of eye candy on the field, especially the sexy running back Trent Daniels. He couldn’t miss the muscular football player running drills in the early morning heat. The blonde athletic god was wearing his helmet, a pair of white compression shorts, and a chop top team jersey. Tim couldn’t help but admire the adonis’ abs and strong powerful legs as Trent ran, carrying the ball, and dodging the obstacles. His thick leg muscles were pumping while the tight compression shorts showed off his large, perfectly formed ass. Although primarily a running back, there wasn’t a position the 6ft, 225lb jock couldn’t play.
Trent went running down the field and turned to catch the ball, as he did so he noticed Tim sitting alone in the bleachers. All his concentration on the ball faded. The ball threw through his open hands and landed on the ground.
“What the fuck,” Drew, the quarterback yelled at his favorite receiver for missing the catch.
“That's enough for today. Practice over, hit the showers,” the overweight coach blew his whistle.
As the rest of the team headed to the locker room, Trent pulled off his helmet and jogged over to the bleachers. His long blonde hair fell to his muscular shoulders, and blew in the wind as he ran. Tim couldn’t help but think that Trent resembles the Norse god Thor.
Trent smiled, “hey, nerd. What are you doing here?”
“I thought I would come by and see if you want to come over to my place after you're done playing. I got your essay done,” Tim tried not to look at the large bulge in Trent’s shorts.
“You got the paper done already,” Trent suddenly felt uneasy. “Are you sure it would get me an A in Professor McGehee’s Roman History class?”
Tim smiled, “I guarantee it.”
“I better,” Trent’s voice was masculine and firm. “Especially with what it is costing me.”
“Do I ever disappoint you,” Tim answered. “You can pay me when we get to my place.” Tim winked at the taller stud.
For a second, Trent didn’t have his cocky tone, “I have to get my gear.”
“Good, I'll wait for you in your jeep. Oh, by the way, don’t change,” Tim smiled.
Trent had a confused look on his masculine chisel face before turning to jog back to the locker room. Tim watched the jock jog away. The spandex material of the white tights were soaked with sweat and was virtually transparent. Tim could clearly see Trent’s jockstrap under the shorts and believed he could even make out Trent’s hole between the large ass cheeks. As Trent jogged away, his perfect ass cheeks bounced and jiggled just enough to make the skinny nerd drool at the sight of it.
When Trent emerged from the clubhouse he found Tim sitting in his Jeep’s passenger seat. He paused only briefly at seeing the nerd making himself comfortable. Trent still had on his chop top shirt, showing off his ripped abs and outie belly button, and white shorts. He had his blonde mane pulled back into a ponytail. He threw his workout bag into the back seat and got into the driver seat.
The air hit them as Trent drove with the Jeep’s top and doors off. Tim made small talk but both believed they had nothing in common. Meanwhile, however, Tim openly admired the jock’s thick thighs beside him. The blonde hair on his sculpted legs were light and made them look smooth from a distance. Tim judged each thigh to be as big around as some men’s waist. He tried to make small talk but they have nothing in common.
Once back to Tim’s off campus apartment, he let Trent inside.
“Where is the paper? It better be good,” Trent looked around the neatly arranged apartment.
“Oh, it is,” the nerd walked over to the desk and opened the drawer.
He pulled out the essay and handed it to Trent. Trent took it out of Tim’s hands and flipped through the pages.
Trent scanned a few pages, “I seem good.”
“I suggest that you read it tonight before turning it in, in the event that Dr. McGehee quiz you on it,” Tim smiled. “Why don’t you take a shower and then we deal with the payment terms.”
Trent took a sniff of his own underarm, “Yeah, I can use a shower.”
Trent began to peel off his clothes as he headed toward the bathroom. He pulled his shirt over his head and displayed his wide, muscle layered back. The chisel back formed an almost perfect v shape. Just before entering the bathroom, Trent hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his shorts and peeled them down over his large bubble ass. Tim stood back, admiring the show. Trent’s ass was flawless, perfectly smooth, as it was framed by the white jockstrap. It had just the right amount of bounce, jiggle and wiggle to it as he walked.
Once in the shower, the warm water felt so good to Trent as it cascaded over his hard muscles. He tried to bide his time. He knew what was coming once he stepped out of the bathroom. After thoroughly washing his body, he had no choice but to turn off the water. Trent stepped out of the shower and wrapped a towel around his chisel waist.
“Are you ready to pay up?”
Trent then saw Tim standing at the bathroom doorway, naked. The short, skinny nerdy was hung, the biggest cock the muscle bound football player ever seen. The cock was hard standing straight out, pointing at the blonde jock.
“As you recall, the deal is for every paper I do for you, you will be my bitch for five hours, to use and fuck as I wish,” Tim smirked as he stroked his cock.
Trent didn’t say a word as he walked toward the nerd, letting his towel drop. The running back’s cock was hard as well but small in comparison to Tim’s monster.
“On your knees, jock boy,” Tim ordered.
The small nerd ordering him around made Trent so hard. The tall, muscular college jock kelt down on his knees and leaned forward. Trent barely had a chance to open his mouth before Tim grabbed the football player’s hair and pushed his cock into Trent’s mouth.
“Damn, your mouth feels so good, bitch,” Tim moaned.
Trent could only angrily grunt and started to suck the huge cock harder.
“That's it, jock boy,” Tim moaned as he pounded the back of the football player’s throat.
Trent was gagging and coughing. His huge hands grabbed hold of Tim”s legs as he turned red and then blue. He could easily pull off the nerd’s cock but apart of him didn’t want to pull away. Fortunately, Tim pulled Trent’s head off his cock allowing him to breathe. Tim then guided Trent down to his big balls. Trent moaned as he began to lick Tim’s balls. He took each ball into his mouth and rolled them around with his tongue. All along Trent remained rock hard.
Tim pulled his head away by the hair again and slapped his cock against Trent’s handsome face. Trent kept his mouth open and tried to catch the cock.
Tim laughed, “that's a good boy.”
Tim loves the power he has over the big jock. It was intoxicating.
“I want to fuck that sexy ass of yours,” Tim pulled Trent head, making the jock look up at him.
Trent didn’t resist as Tim pulled him onto his feet, and led him out of the bathroom. Once in the living room, Tim gave the large plump ass a hard slap causing Trent to jump.
“Bend over the couch,” Tim loves bossing the macho alpha jock around.
Trent hesitated but another hard, loud slap on his firm behind caused him to move forward. He placed his knees on the couch and gripped the back of the couch. Tim stroked his hard cock as he admired Trent’s perfect ass. Trent obediently spread his thighs and revealed his smooth, tight hole.
“That a beautiful jockpussy,” Tim reached out and stroked the tight rosebud.
“Damn,” Trent moaned. He never realized how sensitive his hole was.
“Just relax, baby,” Tim whispered and pushed his finger into Trent’s hole.
“Fuck, wait! I don’t know about this,” Trent protested but he remained on the couch with his huge ass pushed out.
“Sssh, just relax and enjoy it,” Tim whispered and began to move his finger in and out of the tight jock.
Trent moaned and pressed his forehead onto the back of the couch. It felt so good as his insides were being stroked and loosened. Tim just smirked and squeezed in a second finger, causing the football player to grip the couch harder and moan louder.
(To be continued)
