Dumb Jocks

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This will be the last chapter in the Nerd and his dumb jocks. I hope you have enjoyed reading them all.

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Waking up as the car slowed and then stopped, I opened my eyes to see Demarcus running over a road to a fast food store. Seeing that ass jiggle with each step, my prick stirred. I was going to be enjoying that sight a hell of a lot next year, I thought happily.

"You awake, nerd?" asked Rocky.

"Yeah," I rasped in reply.

"Good, we're going to grab some food further downtown then head back to the highway."

The car moved away. With a yawn, I blinked the sleep out of my eyes and saw something on my lap.

Reaching for it, I lifted up the soft garment to see that it was Demarcus's panties.

"Damn, that jock is kinky!" I smirked as my mind went to thinking about him freeballing with his friends.

After some food, we were back on the road and traveling fast. Settling back down to my Kindle and music, the time passed quickly, especially now my nuts were empty.

It was late in the afternoon when we got to Rocky's hometown. Smaller than our uni town, I could see why the footballer was proud that he had left. There were numerous farms on the outskirt and about twenty shops in the actual town. Not a place that anyone would be queuing up to move to.

Hearing people call out to Rocky we slowly made our way through as he responded, joking and catching up with his old friends. Once again, I felt invisible. No one talked to me or even acknowledged my existence. I was a nobody compared to the great Rocky Edwards.

Finally, we got to a house on the outskirts of the town. Pulling into the drive, the two footballers jumped out and left me in the back while they made their way up to the door.

Knocking on it, there was no answer.

"Must be at work," grumbled Rocky.

Fishing inside his bag, he pulled out a set of keys and let himself in. Grabbing my own bag, I followed them inside. Stairs ran up the left-hand side and to the right were two rooms, a living room and a kitchen. It was small, and I was already dreading that I had to stay two nights.

After a quick look around downstairs to check no one was home, Rocky led the way up to the first floor followed by Hunter then me.

"Dad sleeps in there. We'll have my old room and you can have the box room."

"Cheers," I said sarcastically, "you really know how to make a guest feel welcome!"

Turning to look at me, Rocky sighed, "look, nerd, you do this for us and we'll make sure that you're well rewarded!"

"Rewarded with your..." I asked while trying not to leer at their asses, which was tricky as at that precise moment Hunter had decided to do some leg stretches.

"Just do your job well and you'll find out!" finished Rocky, then turning to see what his boyfriend was doing, he shook his head in disbelief before spanking that muscular ass.

Splitting up, we headed to our bedrooms to get them ready for the night. By the time I had finished making the bed, the other two were downstairs and drinking scotch. Joining them, we went over what we would say to Rocky's dad once again.

After two rehearsals and three more drinks, it was close to eight and there was still no sign of the man we had come to see.

"Fuck this," cursed Rocky, "let's get something to eat and we'll see him tomorrow."

Really, I should have known that getting something to eat meant we would meet with Rocky's old high school buddies and a night of heavy drinking would ensue, but I didn't and soon I was six drinks in and the ribs I had eaten earlier were swimming in alcohol.

Luckily, early on in the night Hunter told them all that I had helped the two of them pass a test, and I was welcomed into the drinking circle. Though I didn't say much, I wasn't picked on and ever so often Hunter's giant hand would drop to squeeze my cock.

An hour passed into five and I was completely out of it. When I could open my eyes my vision was blurry and I quickly fell into a semi-conscious sleep.

The next thing I knew, I was being force-fed water and then dropped into a freezing shower. The cold woke me up temporarily and I saw Hunter smirking at me.

"You really can't hold your drink, can you nerd!" He laughed.

Feeling a bit more refreshed, I finished two more glasses of water and then went to sleep. The bed wasn't comfortable but in my state, I didn't care.

My head was pounding when I finally woke up. Fumbling for my water bottle, I drained it and then went back to sleep for another hour before I was busting for a piss. Stumbling out of bed, I rushed to the bathroom. Filling up my bottle on the way back to bed, I slept again having some wonderfully vivid dreams of footballers and their asses.

The next time I woke I felt a lot better. Dropping my hand to my crotch I gave my morning wood a lazy tug when I suddenly remembered the promise that Rocky made yesterday. Wanting to reward them with a big load, I resisted the temptation to carry on.

Picking up my phone I saw a message from Hunter. The two of them had gone for a morning run, because apparently, alcohol had no effect on them.

Rolling out of bed, I went back to the bathroom and got into the shower. Ten minutes later I was back in my room and getting changed when I got another two messages from Hunter saying that they had met up with some of Rocky's old friends and were in the diner. A final picture message was just of two glasses of whiskey.

Deciding that they wouldn't want me there, I sat on the bed for another half an hour until I got bored and went to explore the town. Getting a map up on my phone, I popped a chewing gum, opened the bedroom door and was ready to follow the directions.

Coming down the stairs I stopped at the bottom step to see a burly man, in a plaid shirt and jeans standing at the front door. He looked like he had stepped off a western film. Rugged and handsome. My legs trembled a bit just looking into his baby-blue eyes.

"Rex, Rocky's dad," the giant of a man grunted while holding out his huge hand, waiting for me to shake it, "he told me that you're the accountant for his firm."

I didn't move. I was unable to as I stared at the muscled middle-aged man in front of me. He was an older version of Rocky. Thick blonde hair was combed to the side allowing his deep blue eyes to size me up with unhidden scorn. It was clear that he worked out as his chest, shoulders and arms were huge and even though I was standing on a seven-inch step he still towered over me.

Swallowing hard, I shakily lifted my hand. Seeing it, Rex gripped it inside his bear-like palm and shook it.

"So you gonna tell me that my son is going to be rich and hasn't fucked up his life by dropping out of college?!" barked Rex, his hand still squashing mine.

"Um..."

"You weren't the one who told him to drop out now, were you?!"

"Um..."

"Well fucking speak, boy!"

He dropped my hand and instantly it throbbed. It took a lot for me not to cradle it and whimper but I managed.

"How about you tell me your name? That's simple enough, isn't it?!"

"Er... yes... it's..." I mumbled trying to think of a fake name so this hulk of a man didn't try and stalk me later.

"It's Rich... Richard um, King..." I finally stuttered.

Rex mentioning rich earlier had stuck with me but I had no idea where the king came from. Thankfully, judging from his snort, Rex had brought it.

"Okay, Mr King, why don't you tell me exactly how this business is actually gonna work!"

Striding into the front room he dropped onto a sofa and waited for me to join him. Knowing I had no other choice, I pulled out my laptop and followed.

I initially thought about sitting next to him but passed when I saw his large frame nearly take up the entire two-seater sofa.

Pulling up a chair I sat close by and put my laptop on the table. Opening up the presentation I had made up the week before, I began to list off all the figures.

Most of them were projections of how the company would do but deciding that I needed to make Rocky and myself look good, I made it seem like all of the numbers were fact.

Risking a glance up while I talked about the price of various memberships, I saw Rex's face frowning as he tried to follow all my financial talk.

"So you're saying my son can make a hundred thousand dollars this year?!" He asked, sceptically.

"Um... no. Not this year. We have too many overheads. Next year though he will do. We already have four men, er, members who are on the waiting list to start and we're putting up the cost of membership. So a hundred thousand is easy to do. Everyone wants to be with him..."

I trailed off and let myself dream briefly of Rocky's amazing body before an animalistic growl brought me back to my senses, "I mean with the ladies, especially the, er, housewives!"

"I bet... he's a fucking Edward's! Women fall at our feet. We're built for pleasure!" The older man boasted.

"Built for fucking..." I said under my breath while Rex continued to brag.

"Well, that sounds okay but he still fucked up by dropping out. He was well on course for getting a good grade."

I smiled in what I hoped was a placating way while managing to hold back a snort of laughter.

"Now that my son's future is sorted. I want to find out what you've got to gain from it! You're too weedy to be a personal trainer and I don't like money men!"

"Oh, I'm not a money man, Mr Edwards," I replied hurriedly.

"Well, in that case, you won't mind if I do a little search on you..."

Pulling my laptop towards him, he typed in the fake name I had given him and pulled up the first result from LinkedIn.

As he read, I crossed my fingers and prayed that he would be satisfied with his search. I hadn't done any research or prep for his questioning, I had been expecting Rocky to be with me deflecting the questions but I was all alone.

"Rich King... it says here that you're casting director?!" Rex said slowly before looking up at me with an eyebrow raised.

"Um..."

I tried to peer over and see what he was looking at. He had Google open with the name I had given him in it.

"Well, this does look like you!" He conceded as he clicked open a picture of a thin man who except for having the same colour hair as me looked nothing like me.

"Let's see what you've cast," muttered Rex.

He took a while looking through IMBd before speaking again, "says here you've done Transformers and Star Trek!"

"Um..." I replied, not knowing what to say.

The pause dragged on and this time he didn't go back to the screen, instead, he waited for my response. I desperately tried to work out what to say that wouldn't invite any more questions.

"Er... I was only involved in a very minor way... I cast the extras," I finally managed to say, bullshitting my way through.

Seeing his bored face, I felt the need to impress him, "I also did the casting for the stunt doubles and now I'm getting trusted to do the casting for some of the main cast."

His eyes raised at that then he returned to my supposed credentials, "whoa! Hold on, Terminator Genesis?!!"

Rex looked at me wide-eyed and I nervously grinned back while nodding.

"Fuck! That brings back memories! I was Arnie's double back in the first film!" He exclaimed and it was my turn to stare dumbly.

"Fuck off!" I blurted out before apologizing.

Holding up his hand as if he understood my awe at his acting experience, he smugly chuckled, "oh yeah! I was his butt when he came out of the time thingy."

My mind instantly went to the scene. It was the scene that had first turned me onto men and in particular muscled men. The way those pert ass cheeks barely wobbled as the huge terminator strode to the biker gang had me pausing, rewinding and watching the scene over and over again.

"Damn!" I breathed.

"Yeah, it was a good time," Rex said wistfully.

Noticing how he seemed to be reminiscing about his short acting career made my devious mind hatch a plan.

"What made you leave Hollywood? Surely you would have been in demand?" I asked, wanting to flatter the older man.

"Women, work, baby... Life..." he replied almost sadly, "and now I'm too old!"

"Fuck off!" I blurted out before apologizing for swearing again.

This time Rex shot me a warning look, weighing me up to see if I was mocking him.

"No, no! I mean that we still need men your age as stunt doubles or even in starring roles. In fact, I'm in the middle of casting for the new Terminator film!"

"Really?!" He said with a big grin.

"Yeah, you watch Genesis?" I asked eagerly, really trying to sell that I was genuine.

"Course', I thought the Terminator surviving for thirty years was genius!"

"It was a decent twist," I replied, "you want to hear the plot for the next one?"

Rex nodded, now totally enthralled in my lies.

"This time Skynet send back infiltration Terminators."

It sounded stupid, though going on some of the plots for recently released films it wouldn't have been out of place. Either way, it didn't matter to Rex. He was lapping it up.

"All of them are told to go deep undercover. So they work their way into the government, military, air force and navy ready to take them apart for when machines arrive. The resistance sees this and decides that they have to send back their own people to hunt them down!"

There was silence as Rex tried to envision the idea in his mind. I could see him acting out some of it before his face split into a big grin, "that sounds amazing. It's like a secret agent film."

"Yeah, kinda. So we need men who are well built and are a similar size to Arnie to portray these infiltration terminators because they can change the face of the robots but not the size."

It was a weak line to end on but there was no disguising that Rex looked nothing like Arnie so I had to think of a reason why he would be wanted in the film.

"That makes sense, I can't wait to watch it!"

"No, no, no," I said, shaking my head.

The idiot had completely forgotten what I had said.

"We're still casting for the roles, Rex and I think you could be in with a chance to be one of the Terminators. I mean you've already had the experience and you've got the body for it," I said, giving me the perfect opportunity to stare at him.

"Ya think?" He asked cautiously, still thinking I was ribbing him.

"Yeah, man! Though we would have to do an audition with you just to make sure you're fit for the role."

"Fuck yeah! I can do that. 'I'll be back!'" he said in his best Arnie impersonation.

"Good one," I laughed before pulling out my phone and pretending to read an email.

"So, we've either got a role with no line and you'll be on screen for about two minutes," I said and looked up to see Rex's unimpressed face.

"The other one, you'll have about thirty lines and you'll be integral to the film. That role will also land you half a mill. Though there is a lot of competition for it which means you'll have to really impress the casting agents."

The older man's face lit up at that and then turned into a frown. While I knew that it was a big role and could potentially put him off, I needed the reward to be big for what I had planned. I just hoped that I had judged the man correctly. I wanted him to be as brash and cocky as his son because if he was then I was going to have some fun with him.

Rex was thinking over it. Even someone who usually strolled through life with unbreakable confidence was second-guessing if he could take on a role this large. Deciding that a bit of flattery would help, I began to butter him up.

"I mean it's totally up to you which one you go for. You can just be a forgotten-about body double or you can be the next middle-aged muscled tough man. Think about it. Liam Neeson is now a major action star and he's got nothing on you!" I smirked and Rex returned it.

"You really think so?" he asked while flexing his pecs.

"Course, they're always looking for fresh actors who are insanely ripped."

"Okay, so I get five hundred thousand and a leading role?"

"Exactly. You'll be in about twenty minutes of the film and end up fighting Arnie at the end of it with another two Terminators. You're also in the very first scene too. It's a sweet gig and bound to bring you lots of auditions."

"It does sound good," he paused thinking, "so, what do I have to do?"

"Right, so you know how Arnie was sent back in time and then stayed to protect Sarah Conner."

"Yeah."

"Well, you would be one of a team of six who also get sent back to infiltrate the government..."

"You told me this!"

"Oh, sorry. So you remember there was a scandal involving several politicians embroiled in a sex scandal in the nineties?"

I'll be honest and say I couldn't actually remember any big sex scandals outside of Clinton but I was hoping that Rex would just nod and go along with it and luckily he did.

"Course, politicians are all scum. Luckily, we're going to drain the swamp!"

"Right...," I replied slowly while trying to avoid rolling my eyes, "anyway there was this politician who was caught in a male strip club."

I saw his eyes open when I mentioned the male stripper. He paused as he went over what I had just said before he eventually spoke up.

"Male stripper?"

"Well yeah, of course. You know how shady these politicians are. To infiltrate the government you need to get dirt on your target and the best way to do that is to get close to them."

"Yeah, that makes sense. So, I'll have to get close to the politician?"

"Yep, you're a machine. You're programmed to do one thing and that is to get close no matter what. Find out everything you can and make laws to benefit Skynet."

"Okay..." he said slowly, obviously still unsure about the male stripper part.

"Look, you know how it is with the libtards. You have to have representation otherwise you get cancelled. It is what it is but you don't have to audition for the part. I'm not going to force you. You can just stay here doing nothing with your life and just... wallow," I said nonplussed.

"Wait a sec, I'm just trying to get my head around this. It's something I've never done before."

"You think Arnie is a killer robot? Or fights predators from space? Or is related to Danny DeVito?!" I replied chuckling, gambling on Rex finding it funny rather than taking offence.

A couple of seconds of silence passed and then the older man joined in laughing causing me to let out the strained breath I had been holding.

"Fair enough. So have you got a script for me to practice?"

"Well at the moment we're auditioning people on the strip club scene and that is up to improvisation from the individual. We want to see how natural you are. Make the audience believe that you are actually a dancer and then we hit them with the curveball of you actually being a Terminator!"

Stopping, I waited to see what his reaction would be. I doubt many people had asked him to dance let alone strip for them. Though I pretended to not care whether he did the scene, my heart was pumping.

After lots of sighing and grunts, he finally said, "I'm not sure."

"Hey bud, it's okay. Some people just aren't cut out for the acting life, you know. It's just the way it is," I shrugged, deliberately needling him.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa there pipsqueak! I didn't say I didn't want to do it. I'm just not sure what I need to do."

Deciding that I needed to take the lead, I stood and made my way to the window, "okay, let me set the scene. We have the room pitch black except for a light on the corner."

Flicking the blinds shut, I moved to the lamp and turned it on bathing the room in a dull light. Shutting the door, I came back and faced him.

"Right, so, you are sitting by the bar, drinking. Spotting the politician you begin to dance, getting his attention. Once you make eye contact, you then move up to him and seduce him," I said before noticing Rex's uneasiness.

"But don't worry about that bit. I mean, look at you! I bet you have left hundreds of women heartbroken. It will all come naturally to you!" I winked and he grinned.

When he stood up, I took his spot on the couch and waited. Rex moved to the corner of the room and his face furrowed into a frown as he tried to think.

After a couple of monuments, he turned away from me and pretended to hold a drink while chatting.

Suddenly, he looked at me and a smirk crept on his face. Even though it was dark I could see his blue eyes twinkle and instantly my balls tingled.

Miming ordering another drink, he walked over to me with a smile. As he did, I played some soft music on my phone wanting to create the right mood.

"I haven't seen you here before," he said while offering me the fake drink.

If I wasn't so turned on I would have laughed at that moment. Instead, I took the imaginary drink and pretended to look somewhere else.

"You obviously haven't looked hard enough. I've been here loads of times before and I've never seen you here either. What are you? A dancer or just a power bottom looking for a top?" I replied, fighting to keep my voice from breaking as I tried to sound condescending.

It was a ballsy thing for me to say, but I figured if he hadn't beat me up already after I suggested he should be a male stripper, I might as well go big.

There was an awkward pause and then Rex mumbled, "err... I've just started working here."

I let out the breath I had been holding in and looked over at him. Thankfully it seemed like he didn't know what a power bottom or top was and that gave me the confidence to go further.

"I do like me some new flesh!" I smirked, staring lustfully at his body.

After Rex let me get an eyeful, he turned away from me. Whether it was from embarrassment, anger or just to tease me, I didn't know but I liked the view he gave me. Clad in tight denim, his ass jutted out and it was lusciously muscular. Like father, like son.

"You look a bit too well dressed to be a dancer," I continued.

"Err..." he mumbled.

"You can't be that new that you don't know that you're supposed to be stripping!" I snorted, "come back when you know what the fuck you're doing. In the meantime go and find me a real man."

Turning back around, Rex had a look of anger on his face and I knew I had hurt his fragile ego.

"Oh, I'm a stripper alright and..." he paused before his face lit up, "and you haven't paid me for my time!"

Nodding my head with an impressed expression, I pulled out my imaginary wallet.

"This is two thousand dollars, you please me and it's all yours. Here's fifty to get you started."

Feeling brave, I reached forward and slipped my fingers under his waistband. To Rex's credit, he didn't shy away, clearly, he had been to too many strip clubs to know that was the standard practice. Instead, he pushed me back and began to slowly undo his plaid shirt while swaying his massive shoulders.

His hairy, muscular chest came into view and I had to remember to breathe as he slipped the shirt off and threw it at me.

Now topless, I watched as he flexed his pecs making the soft blond hair on his chest shake each time they bounced.

Damn, I thought as I flicked my wrist twice pretending to make it rain while grinning wildly. Mimicking the strippers at the clubs he had been to, Rex began to stroke his body in a suggestive way rather than the usual thrusting of hips male strippers preferred. Though I definitely wasn't complaining.

Suddenly, he paused. Facing away from me, I saw his hands holding his jean waistband. He was clearly deliberating on what to do next and whether he should go further. Like I did with his son, I said nothing and waited with bated breath to see what he would choose to do.

Eventually, he bent over, thrusting his ass in my face as he undid his boots. Evidently, he had decided to delay the next unveiling.

Halfway through undoing his second lace, he must have realised his ass was only inches from me and he shot back up. Heading to a cabinet, he opened it and took out a whiskey bottle. Taking a long sip, he steeled himself and then kicked off his boots.

Another song came on, the deep bass began to thump around the room. I could see Rex swaying his hips to the sound. Taking another long swig from the bottle, he lost himself in the music and instinctively his arms dropped and seconds later the top of his jeans came loose.

He was moving his hips to the beat of the music and his jeans were slowly slipping down. I watched transfixed as his large ass came into view. He was wearing tight, white briefs. They clung to his muscular cheeks, making my mouth water with desire.

With a sharp wiggle, his pants finally fell around his ankles. Almost instinctively Rex bent over to peel off the jeans before freezing. Maybe it was my lustful panting that made him have second thoughts or maybe he just realized how silly he would look hopping around to get off his jeans mid-strip. Either way, he straightened and inadvertently caused his briefs to get caught between his cheeks.

"Damn, that's a hell of an ass!" I muttered.

Now standing, he wondered what to do next. The music was still playing and I watched as he looked side to side for some inspiration. Eventually, he reached back and went to pull the wedgie out. Gripping the fabric he tugged it loose giving me a brief glimpse of his pale cheek.

Deciding that I need to take the lead, I took a risk. Reaching out, I squeezed his waist and tried to pull him back. With his ankles tied up, he tripped and landed heavily on my lap.

After letting out a wheeze, I recovered to enjoy the feeling of the muscular ass squirming on top of me.

"Now that's what I call stripping!" I whispered in the older man's ear, "here's a thousand bucks... you want to earn the rest?"

I felt Rex tense up but he didn't move off me. I was starting to think he would be just as submissive as his son and so feeling a lot more confident, I took it up a notch. Wrapping my arms around him, I let my hands travel up his chest.

"If you let me have some fun with you then I'll give you the money and next time I'm in town, I'll treat you to the best things. Do you want your own private hotel suite? Do you want a spa weekend? How about a Mustang? You let me do what I want and I'll worship you like a God!"

"Um... okay?" He replied, his voice confused as to whether we were still acting or not, unfortunately, I didn't pick up on that and bulldozed on.

"Get on your knees and take out my cock. I know how strippers like you earn extra money and I want to put that mouth to good use!"

This was too much for the proud, rural American. He was so angry that after he had jumped to his feet, he didn't even think about pulling up his jeans.

"What the fuck, you queer! You think I'm going to fucking do anything to you?! Get out of my house before I beat the shit outta you!"

I winched and got ready to curl into a ball for the inevitable beating. Yet it didn't come and opening my eyes to see the handsome, older man, still in his tighty whities gave me the confidence to try another tactic.

"Hey, whoa! Calm down, I'm sorry," I said, holding up my hands placatingly and trying to look apologetic.

"I just thought you wanted to get into the character. Do a bit of method acting. I mean, this film is going to be rated R. We want the blood, guts, foul language and nudity like the first terminator movie and living in these PC times, we got to have man on man!"

"Well, find another faggot! I ain't doing shit!"

"Fair enough but..." I began as an idea came to mind.

"But what?!"

"Well, how do you think the Rock became the highest-paid actor?!" I replied.

Pulling out my phone, I found a picture of Demarcus with his head out of shot. Though he looked nothing like Dwayne Johnson, Rex wasn't to know that.

The first picture had him on all fours, his phat ass took up much of the screen with my cock splitting the two globes apart.

Handing my phone to Rex, I watched his groin as he flicked through the dozen pictures. His mouth dropped open as he took in the pornographic images. He moved back and forth on my phone and to my delight, I saw his cock twitch.

"How about Will Smith or Henry Cavill?"

Grabbing my phone, I showed pictures of Callum and then Hunter to him. Again their bodies looked nothing alike, Callum was slimmer and insanely ripped, not to mention thirty-plus years younger but it did the trick.

"They all had to pay their dues!" I finished, "it's Hollywood!"

"I can't believe that they both got fucked!" Rex breathed.

He had bought it hook, line and sinker! Now it was time for me to press home my advantage.

"Yep, it's what actors have to do if they want to get those roles."

"You want this role right?" I asked looking at his muscular body.

"You want to be rich and famous. Have houses in Florida, Los Angeles and New York? Well, you do this and that's what you'll get!"

I saw his resistance begin to crumble as I listed all the positives of being an actor, while he continued to look over the pictures. He didn't even realize that his bulge was beginning to grow.

"Do you want the role?" I asked softly, taking my phone from his hand.

"I... um, I..." he stuttered before steeling himself and saying, "yeah, I want the role."

When he didn't move, I lifted a hand and placed it on his vast shoulder, "you know what you have to do."

Nodding, he gulped and then slowly sunk to his knees. Unbuttoning my jeans, I pulled them down and kicked them off. Dropping to the couch, my hard cock bobbed inside my pants and Rex's eyes stared.

He was unable to look away so I lifted my hips up and tugged my pants down. My cock sprung free and instinctively he licked his lips, before whispering, "goddamn!"

"Like father, like son," I thought.

Reaching out, his hand circled around my shaft tentatively. His palm was soft as it gripped me. I waited expectantly for his next move, knowing that I was so close to my goal.

Out came his tongue and he leant down until it came into contact with my throbbing head. Immediately he pulled back, licking his lips with an unsure look.

After a couple of painful seconds, Rex decided that it was actually that bad, and he moved back.

Over and over he licked at my head, and with each time his tongue stayed longer.

"Come on," I hissed, desperate for more.

Spotting that his mouth was slightly open, I took the opportunity. Thrusting up, I sighed as the head of my prick split apart his dark pink lips.

All that teasing had made me lose my patience. Lust took over and my hands came out to grip his thick blonde hair. Driving deeper, I held him still forcing him to take more of my shaft.

Like his son, once he got a taste for cock, he seemed eager for more. There was no resistance and he happily took in my shaft until I pulled back out.

"Fuck yes!" I growled as I began to fuck his mouth with shallow strokes.

Not having cum in a while, I was already close to climax. Who could blame me when I had an alpha male sucking me off.

My balls were pulsating, encouraging me to go a bit deeper each time I thrust inside and soon Rex was gagging as I brushed against his throat.

"Take it!" I grunted.

The sounds of him coughing, the wet noise of his saliva dripping from his mouth and the groans I was making combined to make the perfect soundtrack.

Knowing that I had him, I dropped my hands and let him take control. It took two more deep gags for Rex to realize that he was fucking his mouth without any help from me.

Almost shamefully, he slowed down and began to lick and suck my prick while taking deep breaths.

"So good," I moaned, "now do my balls!"

Rex froze, but when I popped my dick free and lifted up my heavy sack to his wet lips they opened and gently began to bathe my nuts.

The sudden warmth was too much. I gripped my shaft in the hope to stop the coming explosion but it was no use.

"I'm cumming!"

His blue eyes shot up to look at me in panic.

"Open up! You don't want cum on your floor!" I sputtered.

It took a millisecond for Rex to realize what I said and agreeing, he took in my tip just as the first load shot out.

"Fuckkk!"

More and more erupted into his mouth and after an initial gag, he began to swallow.

"Yesss... yesss," I whimpered as I stroked my cock making sure that I got all the cum out for him before I relaxed back into the chair.

After a final gulp, he let my dick free from his warmth.

There was a sudden tension in the air. I wanted round two while Rex was trying to work out why he had let this happen.

Seconds passed as I forced the post-nut fog to clear and work out another scheme.

"Shit!" I cursed.

"What?" replied Rex, still on his knees on the floor.

"I'm so fucking sorry! I didn't get any pictures of you to send to the casting office."

"Good! I don't want anyone to know what I did," he spat as he went to stand.

"No, no!" I said hurriedly, placing a hand on his chest to keep him kneeling.

"You need to have pictures to send to the casting director to show that you are willing and I'll be very honest with you, if they see you looking like a virgin then they will pounce on you," I exclaimed, warming up to my idea."

"Whereas if you have these pictures then they will know that you ain't some doe-eyed, naive, country bumpkin. You mean business. They are gonna respect that."

My words seemed to get through to him and he looked thoughtful, "that makes sense."

"All I'm saying is, you do this and you will control your narrative!"

It was a bullshit saying but I knew people like him lapped it up.

"Fuck yeah! I like that! Control my own fucking narrative," he grinned, "boy, get your camera. I'm going to show those Hollywood big shots that I ain't to be messed around with."

Opening up my camera app, I grinned back at Rex. Rather than waiting for him to say something or for the silence to linger, I took charge.

"Right, so we need some shots of you. Pull up those jeans and show me your best pose," I ordered.

With a nod in agreement, Rex stood and fastened his jeans together. Facing me, he looped his fingers in his waistband before dropping a hip. He looked like a complete natural, If someone had told me he had been a model, I would have believed them.

Changing to video mode, I said, "that's good. We were in the middle of a strip tease, so why don't we finish that off? It'll make you a strong contender for the movie."

"But I'm already shirtless," he replied confused.

"Rex, no one will care. When they see how fucking good you look, you can be wearing a onesie and they would still think it's hot! Now seduce me."

Flicking the music back on my phone, I watched as he began to sway to the beat. He seemed more confident this time and when he undid his jeans, he teasingly pulled them down. Soon he was just in his briefs and I was drooling for more.

My camera was capturing everything and when he gripped the white waistband and yanked it over his ass cheeks, I had to grip my wrist to stop my phone from falling to the floor.

His hands curled into a fist hung at his side, as he stepped from his briefs to be fully nude. He stood there frozen. I'll be honest, it really wasn't a good strip show but the view more than made up for that.

Though he wasn't as muscular as Rocky nor was he shaven, there was a real manliness there, something rough. Still, it was clear that he did work out, those cheeks weren't flabby, they were tight with a little bit of bounce, perfect for what I had planned.

"Okay, next thing is for you to bend over," I said and he instantly tensed, "or get on all fours, I'll leave it up to you."

There was a second of deliberation before, Rex got to the floor onto his hands and knees. He was looking down at the floor as he held himself there. There was no hesitation on my part, I knew that I had to get a photo.

Scrambling to my knees, I shuffled up and saw his cheeks spread just enough for his light pink asshole to glimpse out.

"Yes, that's it!" I gulped, taking shot after shot of the view.

Knowing what I needed, I dropped my phone, "wait there, I need to get something to help."

Rex lifted his head as if to look at me but thought twice. Jumping to my feet I ran upstairs and found my bag. Ruffling around I pulled out a tin of vaseline and thanked my constantly dry lips.

Hurrying back to the room where the older man was waiting I took a moment to admire him. He was still bent over with his large ass waiting for me to play with it. This was going to be good.

"Your ass looks better than Superman's!" I said in admiration.

"Superman?!" He replied confused.

"Henry Cavill!" I answered, "though we need to build you up to those casting shots, I don't think you are ready for what he did."

I heard him growl and then let out a huff, "whatever that idiot can do, I can do better! I can take it."

While we had been talking, I had been coating my finger in vaseline, "okay, if you say so. Now, breathe out!"

Listening to him exhale, I noticed his pink ring relax. Taking the invitation, I invaded his tight ass with a lubed-up finger making him gasp in shock and me groan with desire.

"There you go," I said before dropping my voice, "that ass was begging for it."

Holding my finger just inside his hole, I brought up my other hand and began to smear vaseline around his stretched muscle. The sharp intake was soon replaced with reluctant moans as I toyed with his sensitive skin.

Each time he got a bit louder, I pushed in deeper until I couldn't go any further.

"Are... are you even taking pictures?" asked Rex between staggered breaths.

Rather than reply, I quickly grabbed my phone and took several shots of my finger embedded inside his tight tunnel.

"You're a natural!" I chuckled.

"Course I am. I would have been a model in my youth if it wasn't... Goddam... what the hell... that's good..."

Interrupting his boast, I dropped my thumb to his perinium and began to stroke it. The electric shocks rippled through the bear like man and he began to tremble.

For the first time, I noticed that his bobbing cock was rock hard. Just like his son, he was into ass play.

Using the distraction, I pressed a second slick finger alongside the first and together I drove them inside.

"Fuck!" He cried as his warm walls pulsated around my digits.

He went to swear again yet the word caught in his mouth as I curled my fingers and found the ridge of his prostate. Letting out a guttural gag, the older man gripped the carpet and unconsciously pushed back against me, eager for more.

"Fuckkk..." he stuttered as I ran my fingers along his pleasure spot.

Dropping his head to the floor, he thrust his ass higher and began to rock back and forward, fucking himself on my fingers for his own pleasure. Each time I invaded and rubbed against his spot he whimpered and got faster, desperate for that sensation again.

While I had been taking a video of him I had to stop as I manoeuvred myself to lie on the floor and keep my fingers inside his ass. It was tricky but I didn't want to break the spell I had Rex under.

Eventually, I was sitting on the floor with my cock nearly touching his face. Dropping my phone, I gripped my shaft and pushed it towards his gasping mouth.

"I need a couple of shots of you sucking me off, Rex," I explained as I continued to traced my pulsing tip along his lips.

There was no resistance from him as he opened wider and began to feast on my cock. Sighing, I dropped my shaft and got recording again.

Though this blow job was more eager, he had to stop every other second as he thrust back onto my hand and felt the electricity from his prostate shot through his body.

Capturing some shots of him, Rex eventually gave up all semblance of trying to suck me off and just held my tip inside his mouth as he groaned louder and louder.

His own prick was leaking coupious amount of spunk onto the floor and where I would have usually helped my partner get off, I didn't want any post nut clarity to hit Rex so I let him enjoy my fingers for a bit longer.

"Yeah, that's it! You like fucking yourself on my fingers?"

He groaned with almost shame, but it didn't stop him, in fact, he seemed to get faster.

"Fuck yourself like the slut that you are!"

His deep blue eyes shot up at that and stared at me. Forcing my fingers back inside, I pressed hard against his erogenous spot, "like the slutty stripper you are."

The eyes widened as he realized what I was doing and he groaned in agreement.

"Good slut," I teased, "but if you want to be my number one bitch then you're going to have to earn it!"

Pushing him off my cock and fingers, he looked at me with a mixture of longing and confusion.

"Kneel on the couch!" I demanded.

My camera was still rolling and seeing that he obeyed.

Soon, he was ready for me and judging from how hard his cock was and the way it was spitting precum onto the couch, he was eager for whatever was going to come next.

Using my free hand to lube up my cock, I coated it with vaseline before awkwardly aiming it against his hole.

Quickly, I whipped my fingers out and after a millisecond of appreciating his gaping asshole, I pressed forward and shoved the head of my cock inside his ring.

"What the... Jeeze" Rex grunted before taking a deep breath and relaxing his body inadvertently allowing me to push deeper inside.

"Ohh yes!" I shuddered, before moving my feet to get a better position to drive further.

"Fuck, no... wait!"

Pausing, I stopped with two inches of my meat inside him. I could see that he was panting, his head buried in the couch yet he wasn't moving away.

Looking down at his large ass cheeks, I admired the way the light shone off his soft blonde hair. Hidden between his crack, my cock stuck out. Red and angry, it was keen to get embedded inside his tunnel but instead, I waited.

"Is that your cock, boy?" he finally asked.

Resisting the urge to scoff, I went with a more reasonable approach, "yes it is, I needed to show the casting agents that you are willing to do whatever it takes for the role"

"But... but I thought you could just pretend?" he stammered.

With my cock still invading his ring, I had to bite my lip hard to stop the laughter.

"Look, Rex, I had to do this to show Hollywood that you aren't some naive himbo to be taken advantage of. You have controlled your narrative and you decide who is going to fuck you," I said while adding pressure.

Finally, another inch slipped in and he grunted but I just continued talking, "you're not going to let just anyone fuck your perfect, tight ass.

"You decide," I growled, forcing one more inch past his ring, "you control it."

Now both my hands were gripping his toned waist as I continued to fill his tunnel up with my thick prick. Rex was biting the couch now, whimpering as he got stretched.

"This is your destiny!" I cried as I slammed the final inch in, bottoming out inside him and feeling my balls slap against his.

"Take deep breaths," I said soothingly and got a swear word in response.

Grabbing his cheeks, I kneaded them and though he mumbled some complaints, slowly his ass relaxed around my thickness.

"It's huge," he said softly.

"And you took it all, like a beast!" I growled before flexing my cock deep inside him, he cried out in shocked pleasure and I knew that I had him.

Moving my hands back to his strong waist, I pulled out, luxuriating in the grip his ass had on my cock.

Looking down I see his once virgin ass clinging to my head, "damn, that's fucking amazing!"

Knowing that I was going to need more lube, I grabbed the vaseline and applied a fresh layer to my shaft and his crinkled ring. Rex moaned at that encouraging me to add more and more until I felt him squirming.

"Such an eager bottom!" I smirked just loud enough for him to hear.

Before he could retort, I grabbed his hips and drove back in, hard making the tough man squeal.

"Fuck yes!" I cried as my hips slapped against his ass.

Over and over I slammed into his tight ass. He was trying to say something yet each time I rammed in, I slide against his prostate causing his words to turn into gibberish as the electric feelings shot through him.

His ass jiggled under my assault. The slapping noise of our bodies colliding grew as I got faster and harder yet Rex was starting to push back unwilling for my prick to leave its warm home.

"Photos," gasped the older man.

He had to repeat himself a couple more times before I heard. The unusual word surprised me enough into slowing down.

"Photos?"

"You need to get photos to send to Hollywood," he panted as he tried to catch his breath.

At that moment, I thought I could love this man. In the middle of getting reamed and his mind turned to the imaginary acting job. Honestly, I was glad he reminded me. I definitely wanted a visual reminder of this moment.

Leaning around him to get my phone, my cock slipped inside slowly. The sudden change in speed caught Rex off guard and he let out a satisfied moan, "yesss."

Smirking, I got to setting up my camera. Placing it on a window ledge, I made sure it was in the perfect position to capture my conquering of another dumb jock.

"How does it feel to be a porn star?" I giggled and while he was stammering in protest, I sunk my cock all the way inside his big ass.

Pulling out to slam in, Rex grunted over and over as I returned to fucking his tight tunnel.

He might have wanted to object but I could hear his erection slapping against his tummy each time I bottomed out and that told me he was enjoying it just as much as I was.

"Oh God... slow... fuck... fucking huge..." he whimpered, his mind turning to mush as I continued to hammer at his sensitive spot.

Beneath us, I could see the green couch turning a darker shade as he spat precum over the cushions. I knew it wouldn't take much for him to cum and like his son, he was too straight-laced. Unwilling to touch himself despite the aggressive fucking his ass was taking.

"Jerk your cock!" I ordered after I came to a rest on top of his cheeks.

Rex paused in his moans to register what I said. He was in a mess of emotions. Pleasure ran through his body and I took the opportunity to slap his perfect ass to get him to listen to me.

Squealing in shock, I repeated my command, "I said stroke your cock!"

Slapping his other cheek, I watched it redden. Twice more I spanked him before his right hand dropped to his groin and began to beat off his dick.

Almost instantly his ass tightened and I knew he was going to erupt.

"That's it! You like being fucked, don't you? You like this thick cock in your ass! You gonna cum with a dick in your ass?"

He could only moan in response though the tensing of his muscles told me all I needed to know.

Driving in deep, I felt my balls siding up against his and slipping my hand between us, I found his perineum and massaged it.

"What... oh my fuck..." he gasped then croaked as his climax took hold.

With my cock buried inside his ass I could feel each thick spurt of cum that his body shot out. His walls clenched and relaxed, vibrating along my shaft. It felt incredible and yet I was nowhere near finishing.

Letting him calm down, I left my hips pressed against his cheeks as he gasped and trembled through his climax.

Knowing that some sort of clarity would come back to him, I instead decided to take control.

"Right, that's the fun part done. We need some more pictures."

His mind still hazy, Rex could only whimper when I pulled out of well fucked hole. A sharp slap on his cheek got him to look around to where I was standing and watching his pink ring slowly closing.

"Photos?" he asked.

"What... er, yeah," I mumbled, tearing my eyes from the perfect gape in front of me.

"Yeah, so we need some more shots. Like, let's have you on your back," I said to no movement from Rex.

Slapping his ass harder, I repeated myself with more authority, "get on your back!"

Gulping, Rex did what I wanted. His hairy, toned chest heaved as turned to sit on the couch before slowly slipping down until his back was flat against the cushions.

"That's more like it," I grinned, "and it looks like you enjoyed yourself! Don't worry, all the top male actors get fucked and all of them love it. Why do you think most western films in the '60s had an all-male cast?"

"Eastwood?"

"Especially him. Now, lift up those legs... that's it and wrap your hands underneath and pull them apart."

Gradually, Rex did what I asked. His face turned a deep shade of red as he completely opened himself up to my lustful gaze. His dick was still rock hard and beneath, his balls were full despite the massive explosion seconds before. Yet it was the dark pink ring, still slightly open, that caught my eye.

"Damn! You really are something else," I sighed causing the older man to blush even more.

Pulling up the camera on my phone, I snapped picture after picture. Getting some from range then going close to really capture the rugged beauty.

Happy, I got to my knees and edged towards him. Rex's big blue eyes stared at me. I could see there was desire there but I managed to keep the smirk from my face.

"And now, I need to fuck you again," I stated as my cock came to a rest at his entrance.

Though he gulped, I noticed that his hips began to lower themselves. He could feel my head pressing against his ring, and biting his bottom lip he continued down until I popped inside.

"Ahh... yes," he whispered as I took some more pictures.

More and more of my shaft slipped inside and I turned to video mode to capture it all.

Reaching down, Rex cupped his balls and pulled them to the side. I recorded his face turn to wonder as he watched my thick shaft continue to bulldoze its way past his stretched ring.

"Ohhh... So... Huge" muttered Rex when he finally had all of my cock inside him.

Unable to stop staring at where my groin met his, he slowly began to fondle his balls until he moved to his cock.

Beating himself off, he dropped his head back into the cushions and began to moan loudly. Meanwhile, I just stayed still. Only flexing my cock every couple of seconds so that my tip smacked against his prostate.

"Please... please..."

"Please what?" I asked calmly.

I knew what he wanted but I wanted to see him beg for it just like his son had done.

Opening his eyes to meet mine, he noticed the phone trained on him. He paused yet a final slap of his prostate broke down his last bit of doubt. Swallowing hard, he said, "please, fuck me."

Dropping my camera, I took his legs and pushed him back into the couch. Lifting up so that I was now nearly on top of him, I stared into his eyes, "you want to get fucked?"

He nodded and I grinned.

"I'm going to fuck you like the bitch that you are!"

He trembled at that and tried to spread his legs wider, desperate for me to get deeper inside.

Pulling back slowly, Rex groaned at the empty feeling turned into a yelp as I slammed home.

Over and over I smashed into his larger, sturdy body. I knew he could take it and he loved every second. Both his hands flew to the side and grabbed cushions as I continued to plow him.

His prick squashed into his body, springing free when I pulled out and each time I did there was more precum splashing over his abs.

"You know what I do to bitches?"

He whimpered, his body shuddering as his mind blanked out, overloaded with pleasure.

"I breed them," I snarled.

Slapping his prick, I then grabbed it. Rex's eyes shot open in shock. No other man had touched him there but the surprise faded as I began to stroke him. One, two, three strokes and he was unloading for the second time.

"Fuck..." he cried before the word turned into an incoherent scream.

Once again the feeling of his walls flexing around my cock was breathtaking and this time it set off a volcano.

Dropping down heavily on top of him, it felt like my cock had managed to get even deeper inside his tunnel. Rex was still whimpering and dropping my lips to his, he instinctively wrapped his arms around me as we began to kiss.

"Take it! Take it like the bitch you are... my fucking bitch!" I snarled into his mouth as I finally erupted, spurting cum into his once virgin ass.

Shot after shot splattered his walls as I shuddered in his arms.

The older man was murmuring contently. His climax had taken all the energy out of him and as soon as I let his legs drop they fell heavily to the floor.

Soon his arms untangled themselves and with the little strength I had left, I slumped back letting my cock pop free of his battered hole.

With my last bit of brain power, I found my phone and pressed record as his, now red ring, unable to tighten shut, let out a stream of my cum.

Incapable of speech, I weakly chuckled as the brawny, manly man could only mewl as my spunk tricked down his ass and onto his couch.

It was an amazing sight. Like his son before him, Rex had turned out to be another dumb jock just waiting for the right man to take control and fuck him.

Epilogue- five years later

Sitting at my desk, I groaned loudly as my phat-assed Latina boyfriend sucked me off. Between his vast cheeks, there was a purple-stoned anal plug twinkling. Demarcus was going to get fucked tonight. There was rarely a night where I hadn't and I loved that that was the case.

My phone pinged and I picked it up to see that Rex had messaged asking if I was going to be in town next weekend.

Thinking back to that night, I grinned.

After fucking him, we showered (separately, unfortunately) and then got changed, ready for his son and Hunter to come back.

Whether it was liquid courage or just love, a tipsy Rocky decided to tell his dad that he was gay and in a relationship with Hunter.

That conversation didn't go down well and we all got kicked out of the house.

A month after that, I got a call from Rex asking about the movie role. I was tempted to hang up after the way he had treated his son but I felt he was owed an explanation.

"#metoo."

"Me too?" he asked astonished.

"Yep, those fuckers used me as a scapegoat and now I've been barred from Hollywood. I'm really sorry, Rex."

"Oh," he replied before going silent.

He was quiet for so long that I thought he had hung up until he finally said, "um... can we meet up for another acting session?"

I grinned, while I was in a relationship with Demarcus and hadn't started anything new with anyone else, I couldn't resist another go with the rugged, older man.

"Course, but before we do I want to talk to you about Rocky."

Two weeks later and we had a chat, fuck and then another chat. After going through all the same things with Rocky, I knew what to say and after another fuck session, Rex finally began to understand just how hard it had been for his son to come out.

Over time, they made up.

Demarcus and I moved to a bigger city to continue our studies at a more prestigious university. Two years later and we both graduated. Managing to get jobs, we got our own apartment

Callum comes over at least once a fortnight to join us in the bedroom. It wasn't like I initiated it either, the two ex-running backs just can't keep their hands off each other. As soon as they are together in private, the clothes come off and they're eagerly sucking or rimming each other waiting for me to join in.

Meanwhile, Rocky and Hunter were thriving with their training business. They owned four gyms and had thirty-plus personal trainers working for them. The two of them are in a very happy marriage and I couldn't be happier.

Despite Rex knowing that I can't get him any roles and probably working out that I never could, he still made sure to book a hotel room for us on his way back from visiting his son.

Back to the present and I grunted with pleasure at my talented boyfriend's blowjob

"Damn, those lips are fucking dangerous!" I growled and Demarcus giggled.

Popping off my cock, he turned and got onto his hands and knees. Dropping his shoulders to the bed, he kept his ass high and wiggled it. His large cheeks wobbled, enticing me over.

Standing up, I grinned. Life is pretty fucking perfect for me now and I owe it all to my dumb jocks.