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Subject: A Sizeable Difference Ch. 03 Please remember to make donations to Nifty if you can. This is a very interesting project that we should keep alive. You can do so fty/donate.html *** A Sizeable Difference III – Quarterback by eddy edizejavi — Nate was glad his pads hid how drenched in cum his chest was. And he could see how he reeked of the obscene smell of sweat and sex the Assistant Coach left on before every practice. The weather was nice today. And now and again he looked up at the blue morning sky, letting the sunlight hit his skin with its welcoming warmth, the closest thing on Earth to the peace he felt after meeting his trainer and seeing his face be filled with pleasure and pride at how hard his player worked to make him feel good. But he also thanked heaven that the other guys on the team didn’t seem as eager to sniff him as he had feared at first. Nate’s legs were still trembling. He had just spent the last several hours being chased and tackled by the guys of the defensive team, today’s version of the gruesome practices the Head Coach liked to put them through. He looked at them, the biggest men around, curious to see if they were just as flustered as him by this morning’s exercises, and noticed they were now taking off their helmets and walking toward the locker room, stretching their thick necks and their even thicker arms in order to relax their musculature and get rid of some of the pain they had endured while hitting him again and again. Their faces, different mixes of relief and exhaustion, couldn’t be more different than the dead serious expression they had just now, when they were all still charging him with the same razor-sharp focus of a predator after its prey. And just as hard. It was like Nate could still feel their arms around him, as those studs grabbed his thighs to bring him down, hugging him with all their might as their heads pressed against his ass, forcing him to lose his balance and hit the ground. And he vividly remembered how he had to spend a few seconds down there, unable to get up, overcome by the thrilling experience of having some of the strongest men he knew use all their power against him. And every time he opened his eyes, he’d once more find the latest muscular jock to bring him down now standing by his side, friendly giving him a hand and pulling him up. And he was never surprised to find that latest stud’s face lit up by some variation of the same cocky smile all the guys who played defensive positions had on when they felt they had bested another man, their eyes never failing to betray the same thought every time. “I win.” But those smiles never made Nate feel like he had lost. He smiled back, amused by their shared love for displays of raw manliness, got up, and ran back to the initial position, where someone would throw him the ball and he’d once again try run to the end zone, in a seemingly never ending cycle of chase, capture, strong arms around shivering legs and hard helmets against helpless butt. And despite all the physical contact they were forced into, none of the hunks seemed aware that the guy they were all grappling was hiding such a mess under his uniform. Which made Nate wonder if the acrid smell of perspiration that was infused in all of their helmets didn’t somehow saturate their senses with their own masculine scent. There was just so much virility their noses could possibly stand before giving up, and they themselves had probably already surpassed that threshold. That thought helped Nate relax a little. But he couldn’t be sure, and was left to hope for it to be true, still unaware of how the thrills of walking in public covered in cum were making him more and more aroused. Shower time, though, was a little trickier. There were no sweaty helmets to protect him there. — Nate couldn’t deny the strong effects the Assistant Coach’s “treatment” was having on him. Nevertheless, he still felt very uncomfortable in the locker room, with all those bubble butts passing by and all those cocks swinging freely wherever he looked. Nate couldn’t understand how those jocks could be so happy to share a moment of naked intimacy with each other, or what was it about that mysterious ritual of male bonding that brought them all closer together the more exposed they seemed to get, laughing louder everyday, getting a little more riskier with their high jinks and grab ass as their communal friendship grew stronger and stronger among dirty jockstraps and soapy balls under hot water. Comradery. All while Nate had to do his best to change into his gym clothes and get out of there without bringing attention to his small penis, or the cum all over his body, or the intense way he stared at their bodies, or his overall suspicious behavior. But this morning he felt like something was off. Nate was trying hard not to focus for too long on the the cocks of his teammates, when he suddenly noticed that the usually rowdy atmosphere had calmed down a little, and that, one by one, the guys around him were getting quieter and quieter, eventually filling the locker room with nothing but the sound of water hitting their tired muscles. This wasn’t the first time this happened. It all began when Sean McCarthy, the ginger Quarterback, was sharing one of the few shower heads with the other studs, talking about how long it had been since he last got laid, and complaining about the blue balls this girl was giving him. Everyone laughed, happy to hear the redhead engaging in the art of locker room talk, intrigued by where he was going with this. But then Sean began to excitedly describe this girl’s physical attributes with a lot of passion, making very clear what exactly this girl had that made him so hard. But his semi-erect penis made that even clearer. And as Sean continued to describe in explicit detail all the things he would love to do to her when he finally got lucky, some of the hunks began turning around, facing the wall and pretending not to listen, trying as hard as they could to calm down a little and bring their dicks down, but failing miserably as the Quarterback went on and on, unaware of the effect he was having on his buddies’ cocks. The boners began spreading like wildfire. And before long pretty much every guy in the locker room had at least a semi, feeling embarrassed to be naked in such a state of excitement, and even more embarrassed to be surrounded by other guys equally or more rigid than themselves. Nate looked at the scene unfolding before his eyes, not believing it to be true. How could it? Was it today’s particularly demanding practice that had got them so easily fired up? Or were they caught with their guards down by Sean’s horniness, and were now being forced to deal with how their intimacy and exposure had backfired? It was hard to tell. But he could see that, if that locker room already was a rich display of a variety of cocks under normal circumstances, it had now become the richest one imaginable. Here was the hard proof of just how many different dicks there were in the world. It was like a miracle, and Nate’s eyes darted from member to hard member as his teammates helplessly tried to deflate the situation. There were big cocks, and small ones. There were fat ones, white ones, long ones, black ones… Most of them were cut, but some weren’t, and Nate could see their foreskins retracting and exposing their dickheads as they became harder. And most of them leaned to the left, while some leaned to the right, but a handful of eye catching ones had more unusual shapes, curving downward as if upside down, or upward and then suddenly to the side, almost like a hook made out of man meat. Some had big, bulbous dickheads that were thicker than the base itself. But others had smaller, pointier heads that were followed by shafts that got thicker and thicker nearer to the base. Nate pondered that those were probably better suited for penetration, given their aerodynamic design, but nevertheless both would probably equally challenging to receive, either upfront or not. The jock licked his lips as his mind was filled with fantasies regarding all the different ways he’d have to go about sucking those men. But the most curious thing he noticed was the fact that the most well endowed guys seemed to be the ones less affected by the silent excitement that dominated the locker room. Maybe their dicks were naturally so big that they required a lot of blood to get noticeably hard, and so had more time to try and calm down before reaching that point. Which also explained why the fully erect, raging boners three or four of the guys were trying to hide with their hands as they hurriedly got out of the showers were some of the smallest, but proudest, ones. Besides that, their condition seemed to be contagious, bursa escort and everyone that noticed how insanely hard they were was also getting a little chubbier, in a domino effect that was making the Baltimore Barbarians collectively lose the battle against their own hard-ons. Sean, for his part, seemed oblivious to what was going on. And as each of his teammates quietly tried to overcome the mounting panic that was taking the locker room over, he just kept on joking around, now loudly talking about something unrelated to the subject that had left them all like this, and kept on shampooing his hair, lifting both of his arms and showing his hairy, soapy, ginger armpits with the same carelessness as the quite hard dick whose blue balls were responsible for all this commotion. Nate marveled at that sight, stunned by Sean’s hot, fit body, and listened the Quarterback talk while trying to find ways to make him start talking about that girl again, hoping to see just how hard the ginger could get without being bothered by it, and how hard he could get everybody else with words alone. And the boy envied the way his teammate could do all that without even realizing how embarrassed he should be right now. He looked around again and saw that everyone was dressing up faster than usual. Everybody could see they were all sneaking peeks at each other’s cocks, alarmed by how out of hand this situation had got, and seemed firmly decided to pretend, not for the first time in their lives, that nothing unusual had happened today, and to brush aside the memory of the day they all got a little more intimate than they were hoping for in the showers. — It was now late in the evening, but Nate couldn’t think about anything but what had happened this morning. First, he had sucked Greg off, and that was way better than he dreamed it would be. Then, during practice, he was forced to be repeatedly subdued by the biggest guys on the team, and that alone was enough masturbation material for the rest of his life. But later, in the showers, some sort of collective madness had taken over the team, and in spite of their best actions they all had to share a horniness that overtook them out of nowhere, and Nate smiled as he remembered how red all their faces got as they looked around, feeling surrounded by dicks just as painfully hard as their own. It’s nice to be alive. And he was lost in those images, rapidly going from one to the others in the frenzied state of mind that he had been in since he got out of the Assistant Coach’s office, when he heard his phone beep. It was a message from Greg. “30 mins” was all it said. Nate knew what it meant, but so soon? He thought he’d have at least a few days before having to go there for the first time. He jumped out of bed and began walking in circles, not quite sure of what he had to do now. He had to leave, but did he need to carry anything with him? 30 minutes. In just 30 minutes he would be sucking a stranger’s dick in a glory hole he had never been to. Nate grabbed his wallet, his keys, his phone, and left. There was no time to waste. When he arrived at the bathroom Greg had told him about, he realized how isolated from the rest of the campus it was. The grass was tall and needed to be mowed, and the bathroom itself was somewhat dilapidated, looking abandoned. He entered and turned on a tap, surprised to find there was water there. Then he flickered the lights on and off and they also worked just fine. There was a big through urinal and two stalls, and the wall separating the stall had a hole in it, big enough for a man to pass his dick and balls through. As instructed, Nate entered the stall furthest away from the door and waited. He could feel his heart beating like crazy, just like whenever he had to do whatever the Assistant Coach ordered him to. This was rapidly becoming the strangest day of his life. A few minutes after the time was up, someone entered the bathroom. The jock heard the unsure steps of someone who was looking around, checking out the place. And as per Greg’s instructions, Nate knelt in front of the glory hole and put his hand on it, signaling he was waiting. Someone opened the stall by his side, walked toward the hole on the wall, undid his pants, and put a soft, dark cock through it. It was uncut and crowned by a black bush, but Nate didn’t find any distinctive traits on it. He was so used to checking out all the dicks on his teams that, somehow, he was under the impression that he’d be able to identify someone just by seeing his dick. That idea seemed ridiculous now, of course he would never know who this cock belonged to. That excited him. Then he put it on his mouth and tried to suck it the best he could. Turns out taking it all in was much easier than swallowing Greg, since it was much smaller and still soft. But it was still huge compared to his own, Nate pondered gloomily, suddenly aware that even that soft penis dwarfed him. But he quickly forgot all his sorrows when the dick on his mouth quickly began hardening and growing towards the back of his throat, and the jock tried to swallow that dark cock as deep as he could. Once there, he tried licking the base of the man’s shaft. The stranger moaned and said something obscene in a low voice. He seemed to have some sort of accent, but there was no way of knowing for sure given how low he was moaning. And Nate was once again reminded of how proud he was of his ability to make a man feel so good. The man didn’t take long to cum, and he did so without a warning, flooding Nate’s mouth with his hot seed. Nate startled at first, thinking he would choke with all that load, and pulled back. but the stranger just kept cumming, hitting him on the forehead and messing his hair. The boy chuckled. That had been some quick fun. And the stranger suddenly put his dick back on his pants and left without a word. Nate kept kneeling, a little short of breath because of the work he had put on the man’s dick, thinking if he’d ever know who he was. His phone beeped again. It was a message from Greg. “10 mins” was all it said. Nate was shocked by what it implied. And as fresh cum still ran down over his face, he suddenly realized this was going to be harder than the Assistant Coach had made it seem at first. Just how many men would his trainer make him suck this evening? But after some consideration, Nate began feeling like, actually, that didn’t sound so bad. He had loved sucking his first dick ever earlier this morning, and felt like had done a pretty OK job with this one just now. And then it dawned on him that he could do and even better work with this next one, since he was so rapidly discovering new things to try with his tongue, his lips and his hands, different ways to treat the dickhead, the shaft and the balls, each one according with its own peculiarities. He wondered how long it would take him to make the next guy moan. “I bet I can make him cum very quick,” he thought, proud of the skills he had developed so far, and eager to flex a little, surprising whoever put his penis through that whole next. The kid was a natural. The next stranger entered the bathroom. Nate heard his unsure steps as he looked around, but this time they sounded heavier. Maybe this guy was bigger. He put his hand on the hole and waited, and before long the stranger approached it and put his dick on his face. This time it was a white dick, cut, chubbier, and completely shaved. Nate smiled, thinking back to what happened in the locker room earlier this morning, and wondering how many different cocks there must be on the world, and how many of them he’d get to suck. He gently sniffed the second stranger, who had just taken a shower and smelled nice. Nate kissed his cock and stroked it gently, this time he wanted to see it getting hard. It didn’t take long, and the man was pointing up, ready for action, his penis completely erect. This guy was clearly excited about all this. Nate took a deep breath and went all in. He wanted to go from 0 to 60 as fast as he could, surprise this guy and see how fast he could make him moan. Turns out it was instantly. The stranger pulled back from the hole a little, startled by so much stimulation right off the gate, but then shoved it all back in, moaning with pleasure and putting his dick completely in Nate’s care. “You greedy motherfucker,” he said in a low voice. Nate was over the moon. He continued sucking him as deep as he could get, as fast as he could go, and using his tongue along the shaft as he went by. Then he remembered the way Greg liked him to stroke his cock, making a twist when his hand reached the head and then undoing it as it went back down the shaft, and how the Assistant Coach had responded positively to the same thing being done bursa escort bayan in a blowjob. So he tried doing it again. The stranger moaned and cursed, apparently out of breath, and went on calling the jock all sorts of names and trying to shove his dick more into the hole even more. But this was as far as he could get, and he was now completely presenting his cock and balls to the hungry cocksucker. His penis was short enough that Nate could take it all the way in, reaching the strangers’ ball sack and staying down there for a while from time to time. Nate loved that feeling and wondered if one day he’d be able to swallow Greg whole like this, and feel his heavy balls hitting against his chin like that. Then the second stranger moaned a little louder, and it was clear he was trying not to make much noise, but failing miserably as Nate took charge of the situation. He began throbbing, and a split second later was cumming, but this time Nate was quick enough to back off and keep jerking him off, letting that man’s loads hit him all over his face again. The jock felt like a champion, and he smiled the same cocky smile his teammates had when they brought him down, his eyes betraying the same thought they had on their minds back then. “I win.” And the helpless stranger shivered a little, and Nate could hear him panting. He slowly took his dick away, put it inside his pants, and left. The cocksucker was alone once again, now covered in the cum of two men whose faces he would never know. He didn’t know his heart could hold so much joy. He took his phone out of his pocket and looked at it anxiously. Was the Assistant Coach going to send him another dick? Or was that all for his first night here? Please let there be more. The phone beeped. “10 mins.” Nate smiled. He got his wish. He sat in silence, thinking about what he would do to the next stranger. It was getting darker, so he quickly went out of his stall to make sure all the lights were on. He wanted to have a clear image of the next piece of meat he’d be working on. Maybe this time he could go slower, he thought, licking the cum on his upper lip, slower and deeper. Maybe he could try to do all the other things he had done so far, but instead of going all-in at once, he would do them slowly at first, steadily picking up the pace, bringing the next guy closer to the point of no return and making him feel the whole journey there. That sounded exciting. Nate heard steps out of his stall and prepared himself for round 3. But when the third stranger pulled his pants down and put his cock through the hole, Nate’s jaw dropped, thunderstruck by what he was seeing. There was no mistake. He knew this one. It was a pale white shaft, with a pink dickhead that went nicely with the ginger bush crowning the whole piece. There couldn’t be any other dick like this one in the whole world, it could only belong to one man. It could only belong to Sean. Nate had stared at his cock for long enough in the locker room to recognize it anywhere. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, then opened them again, not sure that dick wasn’t a dream. He was glad to see that it wasn’t. So he slowly got closer to it and then sniffed the Quarterback’s cock and balls, running his nose all over them and swinging that long dick, making it spring to life in no time. “Sean…” he thought, as he tried to burn that smell on his brain, never to forget it. He sniffed the underside of his balls, bouncing them up and down and taking in the scent of the man that made his heart go fast. He just couldn’t believe he was going to suck the redhead of his dreams. He kissed Sean’s dickhead gently, as if saying “Thank you,” and then went down kissing along the shaft until he reached the balls again, then went back up slowly, licking the whole thing with as much of his tongue as he could. When he reached the top, he licked the frenulum a few times, already aware of that area’s high sensitivity from the other three cocks he had sucked today. “The training cocks,” he thought. This was the main course. This was the cock he had to impress. He tried to suddenly swallow it in a single movement all the way to the base, but only managed to get about two thirds down his throat. It was a big cock, even though it wasn’t as big as Greg’s, but it was certainly more than Nate could take. He went back to the head and sucked it a little, running it around his tongue and enveloping it with his lips, paying special attention not to touch it with his teeth. He couldn’t make any mistakes. This was the dick he was born to suck. After playing with the head, he tried to swallow it whole once again and got back when he felt he was gonna gag. He didn’t know if that sound would turn Sean on or not, so he was trying to be as clean and smooth as possible. Then he went back to playing with the head, but this time he grabbed the balls as well, gently. He tried to swallow it again for the third time. This was Sean’s first moan. It was a deep moan, and Nate recognized his voice. It was him, there was no doubt about that. By the way he had moaned, Nate could picture his face, his eyes closed, lost in pleasure, his head tilted back, his beautiful lips open just enough to let that sweet sound escape. His face no longer had that boyish smile of his, but the manly grin of a true stud. A stud being treated right. Nate smiled with Sean’s dick still on his mouth. He was only starting. He went back to the head but now began sucking it at a steadily increasing pace until the middle of the shaft, working the balls with one hand and jerking off the other half of his dick with his other hand. The slurping sound became louder as he increased the pace, but Sean was breathing so deep at times that Nate could hear him over it, noticing how the Quarterback was becoming more and more fired up and beginning to lose his breath. And when Nate missed the sweet sound of Sean’s moans, he tried to swallow him whole again, and it worked every time. Sean was his, Nate had complete control over the situation. And after a couple of minutes, he became greedy. “You greedy motherfucker,” he remembered the other guy saying, and he wondered what it would take for Sean to say something similar. What obscene words would come out of the ginger’s mouth when he went all-in? He was getting curious. He swallowed the Quarterback as deep as he could, then sucked half of his shaft ten times, and then sucked him deep again, then half nine times, then deep again, then eight times, and so on, doing one less half-suck each time, thinking hard about what was the best way to increase the pace in a steady, rational way. Nate was strategizing. Sean was moaning more and more, every time a little louder, but still trying to be quiet. Nate loved that he could work him so hard that Sean would make noise despite his best efforts to be silent in this public space. Nate loved being in control. And when he reached the point of sucking him deep every time, he then began doing it at an increasing speed, and then rotating his whole head at the tip of Sean’s cock and rotating it back as he went back down. Nate was sweating. He was giving it all he could. Sean began to moan louder and louder. “Fuck,” he finally said in a whisper, out of breath. “Come on,” Nate thought, “I wanna know what you’re going to say when I make you lose your mind.” He went faster and faster, deeper and deeper, rotating more and more, now using all his torso to turn his head as far as it would go and then back. He was a greedy motherfucker, he thought. Greedy indeed. He kept doing that until he finally went beyond his own capabilities, and tried to swallow the redhead deeper than he could go. Nate gagged hard, and was forced to step back, coughing and trying to catch his breath. He felt like he had managed to take Sean’s whole dick in this time, but he still wasn’t ready for so much cock down his throat. “Fuck!” Sean said when Nate stopped. “Come on, don’t stop. You were doing a great job,” he continued, not worrying about being quiet anymore. Nate went back to work. “Fuck…”, Sean whispered, the word slowly becoming a moan, and then a deep groan. He was sticking his dick inside the hole as much as he could, his chest and his hips completely pressed against the wall, his hands grabbing the top of the stall for balance while he stood on the tip of his toes, thrusting his whole body against the glory hole. He wanted more. Nate decided to give it all he had once again, but he was beginning to feel his whole body getting exhausted by that intense workout: his arms, his neck, his jaw, the sides of his torso. He was exercising all his muscles on this blowjob. But that was not enough. He wanted to take it all in. He pulled back for a second and took a deep breath, escort bursa and then tried to swallow Sean to the base. When he got as far as he could he tried to stay there, holding his breath, dead set on not backing away while he absolutely couldn’t take it anymore. The Quarterback seemed impressed by that determination. “Fuck… you motherfucker,” he said, finally beginning to cuss that cocksucker, making Nate roll his eyes with joy. “Yeah, that’s it you slut, swallow my fucking cock.” Nate gagged and had to pull back. “Get back on that cock, motherfucker,” Sean protested, and Nate complied with a smile on his face. “Fuck, that’s it you cocksucker. Swallow that dick.” Nate loved the way Sean had now lost control over himself. Everybody knew the Quarterback was the nicest guy in the world, always trying to treat his teammates with utmost respect and attention. But Nate had now managed to reduce him to an animal state, forcing the ginger into a violent and arrogant mindset as he felt so overcome by that blowjob that he couldn’t help but boss the cocksucker around, demanding he went faster, deeper, harder. Better. And Sean had lost his mind so hard that he didn’t notice what had become of him. At first, he had been trying to be as silent as possible, feeling self-aware of being sucked in public, afraid of being found out. But now he was groaning loudly and saying to Nate the filthiest things he could think of. And the cocksucker loved it when Sean called him names. Whore, slut, cocksucker. And then, as the Quarterback was getting closer and closer to shooting his load, dumb whore, dirty slut, fucking cocksucker. That was all music to his ears. And although Nate still wasn’t able to reliably suck him all the way to the base of his cock, he decided it was time to find out how Sean’s cum tasted. He had always wondered that. So he began sucking him fast once again, jerking him with one hand and lightly slapping those big balls against his chin, sometimes grabbing them by a handful and pulling them down gently, making Sean’s dick even harder. The Quarterback wasn’t talking anymore, he could only repeat one word. “Fuck, fuck, fuck…” And that word slowly became a moan, then a low sigh, and then a deep, animal groan as Sean’s mind finally blanked, now unable to breath freely. He was lost in heat, and Nate knew he was getting near to his reward. “Fuck!” Sean finally said, almost shouting. Nate felt the ginger’s dickhead throbbing as he sucked it hard and jerked off the rest of his dick, not wanting to let even one drop of that sweet Quarterback seed escape his mouth. And then he felt the redhead’s ropes of cum hitting the top of his mouth and then covering his tongue, again and again, filling his senses with the salty taste he had always craved, and the smell of that man’s hot load, which made his whole body finally relax, aware that now all he had to do was enjoy the fruits of his labor. But he still kept sucking Sean’s cock hard and fast as the ginger kept cumming, and swallowed all that cum without letting any of it go to waste. Nate had never felt so fulfilled. He had never felt like everything he had ever dreamed of had come true, and was now going down his throat, becoming part of him and forever linking him to the man of his dreams. Nate felt like the meaning of life had been revealed to him, as he realized it had been hidden in the taste of that beautiful ginger’s seed all along. He wished everyone could feel as happy as he felt now, and kept on sucking that dick, unable to ever let go. But Sean suddenly winced and pulled his cock back. He had finished cumming and now his penis was now extremely sensitive, not ready for all the stimulation Nate insisted on giving it. “You hungry motherfucker,” he said, laughing a little, but still kept his dick inside the hole while reclining against the wall, panting. Nate tried sucking it again, gently this time, but the Quarterback winced once more and took it away, laughing, pulling his pants back up, and breathing hard. “Thanks,” he whispered. “I needed that.” And the grateful tone of his voice made it easier for Nate to picture the size of the smile on his teammate’s face. Then he heard Sean buttoning his pants and going away, and suddenly felt a little lonely, sad that it was already over. The jock was still on his knees, frozen with joy. He couldn’t believe what had just happened. He had sucked Sean McCarthy, Quarterback for the Baltimore Barbarians, the hottest ginger on Earth. It was too good to be true, this must have been a dream. And with the taste of his cum still on his mouth, Nate grabbed his tiny little dick, surprised by how impressively hard it was, and began rubbing it, taking but a few seconds to shoot one of the biggest loads he had ever shot, cumming so hard that he lost control of himself for a few seconds and accidentally covered his pants with even more cum than the night’s strangers had already done. And after he managed to recover his senses and get up, he stopped and noticed how drenched in jizz he was, but couldn’t help but laugh. His life seemed to revolve around being drenched in cum lately. — For a second Nate feared the Assistant Coach would send him a fourth cock, since he had no energy left. He had given it his all on sucking Sean. But fortunately, Greg Marino sent a new message allowing him to go back to his dorm room. His job was done for the night. Nate crossed the campus with jizz still all over himself. He had tried his best to take it off of his face, and wash his shirt and pants on the bathroom’s sink, but it was just too much, and his hair still had a lot of it. Lucky for him, it was already somewhat late, and he managed to avoid the few people he saw on the way to his dorm. He entered his room trying to be as silent as possible, since he didn’t want to risk waking his roommate up. But when he opened the door, to his surprise, Rod was still awake, playing some game on his laptop, and wearing nothing but his boxer shorts, as he so liked to do. “Oh, hey,” he said, noticing Nate, but promptly ignoring him and going back to his game. “Hey,” Nate sighed in relief. If Rod had paid attention to him he’d probably have noticed how banged up he was. Nate quickly gathered some clean clothes and a towel, and began heading to the dorm’s bathroom for a shower, but not before sneaking a peek at Rod, unable to restrain himself whenever that guy walked around almost naked like that. And his roommate’s strong arms made him think back to this morning’s practice, and the several times those same arms had crushed his thighs with unbelievable strength. Besides being roommates, Nate and Rod were also teammates. And the jock wasn’t sure if it was a blessing or a curse to spend so much of his time with such a hunk, being grappled by him on practice, then seeing his big dick as he showered in the locker room, then having to hide the way his shirtlessness and pantslessness messed with his head whenever they were both on that room. Which was always. And sometimes he was sure that guy only dressed that way to fuck with him, showing off his perfect Linebacker body and the brown, tanned skin that gave him such a sexy look. “I’m gonna take a shower real quick,” Nate said, instantly realizing he didn’t have to justify himself. “Whatever,” Rod responded. He never showed any interest in his roommate. And then later in the shower, as Nate couldn’t help but jerk off once more while washing away the cum of all those strangers, he tried to remember every second of his encounter with Sean, still feeling the taste of the ginger’s cum on his mouth. But before long his mind drifted to how hot his roommate was, but how cold toward him he seemed to be. Nate wondered if he could give Rod such a spectacular blowjob that the hunk would simply fall in love with him and begin tenderly calling him all sorts of names in the most passionate of ways, abandoning all that tough-guy attitude and becoming very friendly to him, praising him for his cock sucking skills with the same pride Greg had shown, and with the same gratitude Sean had shown. Nate was sure that one day he would become such a skillful cocksucker that he would win the favor of any guy he blew, now matter how aloof they were. And as he fantasized about the taste of his roommate’s dick, Nate came for what seemed like the hundredth time that day, his legs became limp and he lost balance, having to recline against the wall not to fall, shooting the last ounce of cum in his balls as the hot water splashed against his panting chest just like so many ropes of cum had today, and having his mind become a blank once again, in the exact state he wished he could stay forever. Hopefully, it wouldn’t be long before he could get another man on his hands. *** Thank you for reading this story! If you’d like to give me feedback or just get in touch, feel free to do so at ail 🙂 And if you’d like to be notified by email whenever new stories are available, just visit https://bit.ly/3oMUDVh Cheers, eddy

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