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Cheerleader Blues (College, Authoritarian, Athlete, MM)
College cheerleading wasn't very different from high school. It was the night of football homecoming. I watched the head cheerleader take her place behind me. I'm a base, and she's the flyer. She started with her foot on my thigh and both of her hands on my shoulders. She did a small dip, placing the other foot on my thigh and hit a "high-V" at the top of her stunt. I caught her with a practiced motion, dipped her low and placed her on her feet. The crowd roared at her aerial acrobatics. I smiled as I provided the muscles and base to keep her safe.
At the end of the game, she nodded. "You did great tonight, Bear. Thanks for all your hard work. You coming to the dance?" I shook my head. "You really should, never know what you might find there...some cute guy to cuddle." I blushed. "I'll ask Markus. As the quarterback, he knows almost everyone."
"Please, don't." I grinned at her. "I'm not really out and I don't want everyone knowing."
She nodded. "I have to get dressed for the dance. You sure you don't want to come?"
"I'm going to grab a pizza, head home and watch some Netflix and chill. I want to watch the next season of "Supernatural". I think Dean is cute. It's Friday night, no class tomorrow and my room mate went home for the weekend. I can stay up and binge."
"You should really find a cute boy to cuddle up with Bear. I mean, you're hot. You have muscles for days. You toss me like a haybale, and I swear I'm higher than the goal post. You're also flexible and talented. You can flip, roundhouse, and do all types of acrobatics. Those green eyes, chiseled features and thick black hair. I'd date you, except you like men."
"Thanks Amber. I'm going home."
I disliked Sam on Supernatural. Dean was the only reason I watched the series. I couldn't get enough of him. The pizza was good until it started to cool, then a thin layer of grease started to form on the top. I washed the pizza down with a Canada Dry. I loved the crisp ginger flavor. They had just released the holiday labels and this one read, "Thanks for stocking suffers and being stuffed." It gave me a few naughty thoughts thinking of being stuffed.
There was a knock on the door. I thought to myself, "Who would be here this time of night?" I padded in my pajama bottoms to the front door and opened it. It was Markus.
"Heya, Markus. Shouldn't you be at the dance?"
"Naw, the dance ended about an hour ago."
I looked at the hallway clock and was surprised at how much time had flown by. "It's late. Why are you here?"
"Amber told me your secret. She thought I could help."
I felt the blood drain from my face. "She shouldn't have said anything."
He shrugged and stepped inside. I moved out of the way as he entered my home. He wandered into the living room where I had been watching movies. He grabbed a slice of pizza and bit into it. He tossed it back into the pizza box and chewed. He turned to look at me. "I didn't realize you lived off campus."
"Make yourself at home?" I offered; a bit late as he was making himself at ease.
"Thanks. Come on over here." He patted the sofa beside him. His blue eyes stared into mine, and I could see why he was the quarterback. He had a charisma and quality that made you wanted to do what he asked.
I moved and sat where he patted, "So what are you looking for in a man?" He looked into my eyes.
"I'm not really looking I said."
He picked up a new slice of pizza and bit into it putting the remainder back in the box. He was wasting my pizza. He chewed and looked me up and down, "Let's see...you have a nice body. Muscular. Good biceps. A nice chest, good definition. Furry too." He reached out and pinched my nipple. I gasped but my nipple hardened under his touch. "Sensitive nipples. Nice ass, decent bulge. Are you any good at sex?"
"What?" I blushed and stammered, "I've never done that."
"What? No oral? No anal? Have you been kissed?" Markus' blue eyes bore into mine.
"No. Never."
"Well, we need to find out to find you the perfect guy." He leaned forward and without warning, cupped the back of my head and help me as his lips plundered mine. His kiss was demanding, and I felt his tongue on my lower lip. I tried to pull back to protest but his hand held me in place and as I opened my mouth to complain, his tongue slid deep into mine. I felt him push and rub against my tongue.
He sucked my lower lip into his mouth and bite it playfully then released it. He kissed me harder with more demand and I felt myself responding to him. I tentatively kissed back. I don't know when the hand on the back of my head disappeared, but I suddenly felt him pulling and twisting on my nipple. He pulled back and I was breathing heavily.
"Fair. Not bad though for a first kiss."
He grinned and placed my hand on the bulge in my pajamas. "You look like you enjoyed it." I blushed covering my erection with my hand. He told me stand, and I did as he said. He pulled my pajama pants off me and grinned. "Not bad there, Bear." I blushed and placed my hands back over my privates. He moved my hands and said, "No. You don't hide from me. I can't help you if you hide your assets."
I knew in the back of my head that this wasn't right. There was no reason that I should be doing what he said or told me, but some part of me liked doing what he said. He pulled me down beside him. "So you can kiss fair, how's your oral skills?"
"I don't have any." I said.
"You do." He looked again in my eyes and I could feel myself giving in to his will. "You want to show me?"
"I don't think..." He placed his hand on the back of the head and pulled me towards his groin. "Markus, stop. I don't want this."
He grabbed me by my erect shaft. "Your cock says you do."
He undid his pants and let them drop to his knees and shucked his underwear down as well. His cock was huge. It was at least a good 8 inches half erect, and the girth made my average cock seem small. He looked in my eyes, his hand holding my cock while his other came my shoulder and pushed me to my knees.
He let his hand slide off my cock as I slowly knelt. He pulled my face into his groin, his penis sliding over my face. His balls were huge and hung low. I could smell his masculine scent and it turned me on. I looked up at him from where I was kneeling, "Please, Markus, don't. I don't want this."
"Yes, you do." He stared down at me, and said, "Open your mouth, Bear."
I closed my eyes and opened my mouth as he commanded. I felt his cock. He rubbed the thickening shaft over my lips leaving a trail of precum. "When you get me hard, I'm going to fuck that ass. It's what quarterbacks do. Quarterbacks fuck the cheerleaders. You're a cheerleader."
I felt the first tear leak out of my eye as I felt him push his cock deep into my mouth.
"Watch the teeth, Bear. Who knew you'd be such a submissive. Doing what you're told. I think we can find you a nickname for while we're alone. How about "Jockstrap?" I mean, cheerleaders are support for the team, and you can support me."
"You're ready for it." He grabbed me by the head, one hand on either side of my ears and pushed deep into my mouth. He hit some part of the back of my throat and I started to gag. "Open your throat and let me in." He pushed harder and I felt something in the back of my throat give and he was suddenly sliding down into my throat. "That's it, take it. Breathe through your nose." He went slowly pulling out and thrusting back into my mouth, then shoved deep and I felt his balls on my chin. "All in, jockstrap." He held there until I started to struggle for air and then he pulled out.
"You're right. No oral skills at all, but you can deep throat. You need practice, Jockstrap."
He pulled me up and pushed me onto the couch. He followed me with his body and kissed me, humping me gently with his hard shaft. "Relax, jockstrap."
I liked the kissing and the feel of his body on mine. He coached me to wrap my legs about his hips while he worked my body with his hands and lips. I was relaxing a bit when he lifted my legs, exposing my ass. "Going to take that cherry now, Jockstrap. Your ass is going to be mine."
"No! This has gone on far enough. We need to stop." I said. I started to struggle a bit, but his weight and position held me firmly in place. He placed the head of his cock on my rosebud and began to push hard.
"Relax jockstrap. This is going to happen. If you relax it will feel better."
I was struggling in panic. I was about to be fucked for the first time and it wasn't by my choice. I took a deep breath in preparation to push him off of me, but as I let the air out of my lungs, my body relaxed, and the head of his shaft penetrated deep into me.
I cried out in pain. "That hurts. Take it out!"
"Shut up, jockstrap. You're taking my load." He worked his shaft in deeper and I felt every painful inch thrust deep into my guts. When his penis was finally inside and his balls were pressed against my ass he reached for his phone and started to take photos of my face with his cock buried deep inside me. "Some insurance, babe."
He finally put his phone down and began to fuck me. The brief respite while he took those humiliating pictures allowed me to adjust to the feel of him being deep inside me. It didn't help though as he began to fuck. He didn't think of me at all. I was a cum rag that he was using to soak up his load.
He pounded my ass hard, deep. He rutted me. The more I cried out; the more tears that slid from my eyes just encouraged him as he made sure I felt every inch of every thrust. It didn't last long, "I'm going to breed you."
He grinned at me and used his hand to cup my chin. "Stare into my eyes as I breed you boy." He stared deep into my eyes and I watched his nostrils flair a moment and the veins in his neck stand out a bit. I felt his cock swell in my ass and then he drove deep into me and held there. He never broke eye contact as his cock throbbed and spewed its massive load deep inside me. "Breeding you, bitch."
When he pulled out, he climbed off me. He pulled his pants up and tucked away. "No anal skills either. I had to do all the work. You'll get better, jockstrap. Don't worry. I'll start your training tomorrow. You'll be a great fuck by the time I finish turning you out."
He swatted my ass and then used a finger to catch a bit of his cum that had leaked from my ass as he pulled out. He pushed his finger into my mouth. "Don't waste my load." He winked at me. He picked up my pizza box and let himself out the front door. "And I know the perfect man for you. Me."
I lay there on the couch crying as the man you took my virginity and pizza walked out of my house. How did this happen? I said, "no". My body, though, liked it. I was hard as a rock from being used by him. I reached down and began to stroke out a load reliving everything that had happened. When I lost my nut, I had the largest load of my life. It coated my shaft, some of it had hit my chest and abdomen. I used a finger to scoop up some and tasted it. It didn't taste like Markus' load, and I thought I liked Markus' better.