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Cheerleader Blues Part IV (Bear)
I laid there with Markus holding me after he put his second load in my ass a moment and enjoyed the feeling of closeness. My life had changed in 24 hours. I went from virgin to being dominated by the quarterback of the college team. I was very confused. I knew he was with my cheer captain, Amber. He still seemed content to work my ass over though. It probably was just the fact he liked knowing he was my first and I wouldn't see him much after today. I would appreciate it for what it was in the moment and not really put much into it.
I crawled out of bed and my ass hurt. I knew I walked a bit gingerly towards the shower. I liked my showers hot, so turned on the water to let it warm. When the steam had fogged the mirrors, I got a towel and went back to the shower. I was surprised to see Markus follow me and lean against the sink while I showered.
I was used to sharing locker room showers at school so having another guy in the shower wasn't that big a deal. Having the guy that had taken my virginity and had just placed his load in my ass watch me shower was a bit disturbing. I concentrated on the task at hand and only occasionally looked over at my blue-eyed quarterback.
Markus had brown hair with blond highlights. He had a small trimmed beard and reminded me a bit of Clay Matthews III. He had the bluest eyes. He was nude leaning against the sink. I noticed he had thick chest hair but as it was lighter in coloration it appeared to be softer and fine. He had six pack abs and he was stroking his massive cock while watching me shower. I could faintly see a nice ass in the mirror although only half of it was visible the other half cut off by the sink and fog.
He stepped into the shower and used his hands to guide me to my knees. He fed me his cock and begin to fuck my throat. He didn't wait or take any time but thrust deep into my throat and I gagged. I think I got him with my teeth as I gagged and pulled away. He reminded me about my teeth anyway. He pulled me back onto his cock and was soon fucking my throat hard, forcing his massive shaft balls deep. He looked down at me taking his cock and smiled.
I knew he was shooting his load when he shoved in hard, he groaned and pulled my head deep onto him. His knees buckled a bit and he leaned back against the wall a bit to help support his weight as he shot his load. He pulled out and shot last rope of seed onto my tongue.
"Swallow." He commanded.
I did. I don't know if I was like a duck and had imprinted on the man that had first fucked me, but for whatever reason. I liked giving in to him and making him happy. If he wanted to me to swallow his load, I would.
He got out, toweled off and dressed. He said he had practice and he'd see me on tonight. I thought maybe I could catch a ride and hollered after him, "I'll see ya there. We have a new set and I'll be there." I guess he didn't hear me or anything because I found myself alone in the house when I got done.
I sighed. On the bright side, he said he would see me tonight. I grinned and got out my yoga mat. I stretched, did some yoga to work on flexibility. I had a glass of orange juice and scrambled some eggs for breakfast. I grabbed my uniforms for cheerleading and headed out.
We had been working for a bit and I had lifted Amber into the air. I held her there as her base. She did her small stunt and then twisted in the air to wave at Markus. He was a hot sweaty mess and I felt my cock twitch. I focused on my routine. When practice was over, I lingered about the field to watch Markus and see if he wanted to do anything. I saw Amber and him heading back towards his dorm. I kicked myself for thinking it might be anything more than just sex.
I was turning to go back to the parking lot when I ran into a wall of flesh. "Watch where you're going." A deep gruff voice barked. I looked, number 69. I couldn't help but chuckle a bit. I wouldn't be able to wear a uniform with that number cause well, it's 69. The linebacker saw me look at his uniform and start to grin.
"You interested in something, cheerleader?" He growled from deep in his chest.
I shook my head "No, I just well...it's 69." I suddenly felt very immature stating it out loud.
His face went a bit red starting at the base of his neck and working upwards. I wasn't sure if he was embarrassed or if I was going to get the crap beat out of me. Then I saw his hand drop down to grab his junk. "I got your number, cheerleader. I see you. I know what you're wanting." He grabbed me by the back of the neck and pulled me down the hallway towards the locker room. He kicked open the janitor closet.
There kneeling in his jock strap was the little kicker from the field. He pulled the kicker's face to his junk and rubbed his face in it. "This is you, cheerleader. This is your place. Just like his. In fact, if I hadn't found him, this would be you right now." He reached down and undid the laces and pulled out a thick fireplug of a cock and let the kicker lick and slobber over it.
"I see you cheerleader. You're next." He let me go. "Now, get out of here while I work on my slave." He pushed the kicker against the wall and adjusted his stance to work his thick cock into the kicker's ass. I watched the kicker's face. The initial pain and then the pleasure. "Seriously, cheerleader, you want to watch me fuck...you'll be next."
I turned and let the janitor closet door swing shut leaving them to their play. I was hard as a rock and my cock was leaking precum. I couldn't help but think of Markus. Did I look like that to Markus? The pain and then the pleasure slowly coming into my face as he fucked me? How did that guy know that I was into that or would even be that submissive? I didn't even know it. He indicated that I would have been his, if he hadn't found the kicker. Did other football players have me marked? I made a mental note to be more careful.
I made it to my truck and headed home. I normally left a key in a hollow rock but after meeting 69, I picked the rock up and took it inside with me. I thought about Markus coming over later tonight. Probably wouldn't have a lot of sex or anything since he was with Amber, but I still wanted him to feel welcome. I did a quick count and restocked the fridge with a few beers he'd drank. I put a couple of Mountain Dew in the fridge as well. What else did I know about Markus?
Most of what I knew about him was from Amber's perspective. He liked to fuck, and he filled her so well. Check. He liked to fuck, and he was huge, and he stretched my ass. I could imagine him filling her very well. He normally liked things to be comfortable. He was a no-frills kind of guy. Check. I didn't have anything but comfortable on a college student budget. I went to the shower for a third time. I felt like since I'd started having sex, I lived in the shower.
I didn't wait but got clean and quickly dressed. A t-shirt in blue that kind of reminded me of Markus' eye color and a grey pair of cotton shorts that tied to keep them up. I skipped the underwear. I decided that I'd make some soup and cornbread for dinner. Nothing fancy and nothing that I'd have to run an extra mile to work off. I didn't know if Markus had any special diet routines. I'd have to ask if he was going to start hanging out. I know he ate cold pizza.
I chopped some onions, and green peppers. I got them going. They were two of the trinity in cooking. It helped make the kitchen come alive with smell. I browned some ground beef and drained as much grease as possible off. I then added my onions and green peppers. I grabbed a bag of frozen mixed vegetables and threw them in. A large can of tomato juice. Salt, pepper, a bay leaf, some basil. I started seasoning my soup then turned it to low heat to let it all start to simmer together.
Cornbread was easy. I found that I liked the JIF cornbread that cost like .39 at Aldi's. It was a simple mix that needed just an egg and bit of milk. I mixed, dropped it into a cast iron skillet and tossed it in the oven. Dinner would be done in no time. I'd even have leftovers if Markus wanted anything.
When the cornbread was done, I pulled it from the oven, and coated it thickly with real butter and then drizzled it heavily with honey. I cut it and let it cool. I portioned out my dinner and ate by myself. As the food cooled, I went ahead and divided into Tupperware to use the rest of the week. I put it in the fridge and could microwave it later.
I turned on the television and flicked through the news. I liked paying attention to the weather. When the weather was over though, I turned it off and went to my books to study for a bit. I read the same page; I have no idea how many times. I kept looking at the clock. Markus said he was coming over tonight.
I finally gave up and went to bed. I kicked myself hard for being such a girl. I saw him with Amber. I knew he was busy. I should have known his interest was just in being the guy to claim he fucked the virgin. I don't know why I thought it might be anything more. I lay there in bed and decided that I'd be more careful in the future. I didn't want to end up the kicker in the closet.