Dumb Jocks

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Wednesday morning came, and I was eager to fuck another of my dumb jocks. Unfortunately, the same couldn't be said for them.

I sent Demarcus and Callum some test papers so I could deliberately low score them, giving me a reason to take their asses. However, I was cock blocked.

All four of the men were preparing for the annual touch football game between the seniors and the freshers. While it was meant to be a bit of fun, it was taken seriously by the guys. Both men refused to meet, correctly thinking that I would find an excuse to get in their pants, though as a compromise they took the papers.

Turning to Hunter, I was again blocked. Apparently, there was a big house party after the game that was mandatory for all players to attend and he had no time to spare for my lonely cock.

Let down, I went to my lectures, and I caught up on some work that I had put off while enjoying my jocks' tight asses.

On my way to a seminar, I ended up walking past the practice field and saw the team warming up. Stopping to watch, I noticed Hunter and Rocky were chatting, and then I spotted Demarcus.

The big assed Latino was in a prone position ready to sprint. His tight white leggings were stretched to the max and then he launched forward. My cock lurched as his vast cheeks wobbled with each step. I needed him again.

Picking up the papers from Coach, I marked them, then sent Demarcus and Callum news that they had failed. I attached their answer sheets showing them where they had gone wrong just to let them know it wasn't me making shit up.

While I waited to see if either man decide that getting smarter was more important than a party, I met up with Colin to continue watching the Terminator films. We had got past the two good ones and were on Rise of the Machines.

Lounging in his room and three beers down, my desires were answered when I got a call from Demarcus. Apologizing to Colin, I got up, giddy with excitement, and took the call.

"Hey man, I need some help," Demarcus blurted out, and before I could reply, he continued, "I only got eight questions right on that test and guessed those ones!"

I mean, I could have told him why he was struggling, but my cock was doing all the thinking for me at this point.

"Look, I really need you to help me go over the paper. I need to pass this shit! Can you do a session with me tomorrow?"

Sighing down the phone, I put on an apologetic voice, "no can do, Demarcus, I've got to do a presentation by Friday, so I can't leave my room tomorrow."

While it was true that I had a presentation, it was due next month. I just wanted to get my rocks off now. My balls were full and my cock was already straining to be inside his magical ass.

"Please, man, I need to pass this test. My mom will kill me if I get kicked out!" he begged.

"Okay, well, where are you now? I can give you a load tonight, then we can meet up tomorrow to see where you're tripping up," I said.

"Aw man, I can't do that. I'm busy, you know, it's Jonas's house party tonight."

Jonas was the quarterback for the team. His parents lived locally in a mansion and everyone knew the parties there were wild. Obviously, I had never been invited.

"Hey, I gave you my offer. Either take it or leave it!" I answered shortly.

I had gone for the kill. Who didn't want to fuck a hottie at a house party? As a nerd, I had never had the chance, until now, and I wasn't going to let it pass me by.

"Fine," he huffed, clearly not pleased that his night was going to be interrupted, "meet me by the side entrance to his garden in half an hour."

Though I knew Jonas lived in Lakeridge, the posh area of the town, I had no idea what his house looked like or if the side entrance was easy to find. So, making up some bullshit excuse to Colin, I left and hurried over.

When I got there, it was pretty easy to see where the quarterback lived. Outside one house there were about fifteen cars parked in the drive and sidewalk.

It was by far the biggest house in the area and, briefly, I was dumbstruck at how large it was. Judging from the size, there must have been over a dozen bedrooms inside.

Edging closer to the mansion, I kept an eye out for anyone walking around but saw nothing. When I got to the driveway, I spotted the side passage to the left. Creeping up to it, I waited by the door for Demarcus.

Checking my watch, I was still a couple of minutes early and I let my mind drift to the last time I was with the Latino running back and his bubble butt. My dreaming was cut short by the door opening and Demarcus peering around it.

"Get in then," he hissed impatiently.

Shuffling into the side passage, I was greeted by Demarcus' cherub face. He was so cute that it took me a moment to realize that he was wearing a French maid's outfit.

My jaw dropped.

The top clung tightly to his pecs and was cut off, showing his toned tummy, but it was the frilly mini skirt that had me drooling. It was only a couple of inches long and with him standing sideways to me, I could see that it barely covered his ass, leaving his round cheeks teasingly peeking out.

Beneath that, he was wearing fishnet stockings, and to top off the climax-inducing sight, was a pair of high heels.

"Fuc... Wow! I mean... why?" I stuttered.

"I have to wear it." He replied tensely, huffing before he continued, "it's maid's night so all first-years have to dress up like a maid. Look in there, you can see Hunter is too."

He pulled me to the window and pointed inside. I followed his finger to see Hunter in an overly large maid's uniform serving seniors some beer.

Even on his huge body, it was too big, and he had stapled it together. The outfit definitely suited Demarcus's body better.

"See what I mean? Now, we can't do anything out here. This is where people come to be sick," Demarcus said, pulling my attention away from the abundance of muscly footballers in maid outfits.

"But we can do it in Jonas' parent's room. Technically, no one is allowed in there, but you can get to it up a drainpipe," explained the running back.

"Drainpipe?!" I exclaimed.

"Yeah. Look, I'll go up first and lift you up. Don't worry," he scoffed at my nervousness.

Leading me to the back of the house, I spotted a large balcony about ten feet above me. There was a drainpipe next to it with several connecting pipes where someone who was athletic could use them as footholds.

Nimbly, Demarcus started to climb.

Moving to the bottom of the drainpipe, wanting to see how he did it, I looked up and immediately lost my breath.

Above me, two gloriously round caramel colored cheeks framed by a black skirt were shaking wildly as the running back scrambled up.

His toned leg muscles flexed inside the stockings and I could see that they were clipped to a garter belt, though it didn't look like he was wearing any underwear. Not that I was complaining.

Soon, he managed to hop onto the balcony and the show was over. I waited while he looked around for something until, finally, he told me to stand back.

Moments later, a rope ladder came down, nearly hitting me in the face. It must have been a health and safety thing or a way to get your cheating partners out of the bedroom quickly. Either way, it was damn lucky for me, I thought.

My mind quickly changed when I tried using it, though. I'm not the most coordinated person, but I doubt even an acrobat could have climbed that rope ladder any quicker or more dignified than I did.

"You took your time!" Demarcus hissed at me when I eventually fell onto the balcony.

Unable to talk, I gave him the finger instead.

"I can't get into the room, so we're going to have to postpone." Demarcus continued, ignoring my response.

"No fucking way!" I huffed, still short of breath, "we'll do it here."

I turned around, and, what little breath I had, was taken away by the view.

You could see the whole town from the balcony. To the right was the university with the football stadium lit up for cheerleader practice. To the left was a golf country club where, from the sounds and lights, I guessed a big party was taking place.

Immediately, I knew I had to fuck him while overlooking the town. It was too good an opportunity to pass up.

Facing Demarcus, the light from the bedroom, though faint, was enough to see him in all his beauty. He cutely bit his bottom lip while he waited for me to take the lead.

"I got to get back to the guys soon," he finally muttered.

"In that case, we're going to do this quickly. Which means you've got to do everything I say. Without questioning it."

He went to speak but decided to nod his head, clearly unsure whether my demand to not question me had already started.

With his heels on, Demarcus was slightly taller than me, so I had to reach up to grip his shoulder. Adding pressure to it, he got the idea and squatted.

Though I had started to get hard just thinking of fucking him on the balcony, I wasn't close to my full length yet.

Running my fingers through his soft hair, Demarcus looked up at me with his big, dark gold eyes.

"You might want to hurry up," I said, "we don't want the seniors to see you on your knees, do we?"

His eyes widened, and he quickly gripped my jeans and tugged them down.

Out came my cock, twitching in the cool air. Demarcus licked his lips, then after a moment of just staring at it, he opened his mouth and took my tip inside.

"That's it!" I sighed.

While he wasn't as enthusiastic as Hunter, nor did he have the full teasing lips of Callum or the experience of Rocky, he was incredibly sloppy and, more importantly, didn't protest when I pushed deeper.

Taking hold of his head, I held him still as I edged closed. Soon my tip was tickling the opening to his throat.

"Shit, that's good!" I said, as I felt him tense and gag around my thickness.

Hearing him take a breath through his nose, I let him calm down and relax. Then, with a sharp thrust forward, I entered his tight throat.

"Take it all, slut!" I grunted while reveling in the right confines of his mouth.

When my knees wobbled, I let him up, coughing and sputtering. His golden eyes watered as they pierced into me, but he didn't look angry. In fact, he looked ready for more.

After I felt like he had enough air, I pulled Demarcus towards me and obediently he resumed blowing me. Bobbing up and down, he soon went deeper and without any prompting, he soon had my head pressing against his throat.

"You like that, huh?" I grinned.

Ignoring me, he tried to deepthroat me, but without my added force, he couldn't do it.

"Don't worry, my phat assed slut, I'll help you out!"

He looked up at me with a glint in his eye. Gripping his head, I let my cock find the entrance to his throat and then I drove forward until his nose was pressed against my groin.

"Fuckkkk!" I hissed.

The sensation was so good that I squeezed my eyes shut to try to stop the sensations from overwhelming my balls. I had big plans for my slutty French maid tonight.

Holding him against me, I felt him tap my thigh. With each passing second, it became more and more frantic until I let him up.

"Damn!" He spluttered, "I can't believe I took it all!"

Smirking at him, I tapped my cock on his wet lips, "believe it. Now, open wide!"

We repeated this over and over until he could easily take me balls deep, though he still needed a little help from me.

Thanks to my frequent sessions with my dumb jocks, my stamina was getting really good. However, even I couldn't hold back too long with a stunning man who was fast becoming a deepthroat expert.

No matter how good he was at blowing me, his ass was calling to me. I needed to watch those glorious cheeks jiggle as I fuck him.

"Get up," I demanded.

After a little wobble on his heels, Demarcus stood in front of me.

My hands went to his sides and slowly slid down the lacy outfit. I looked him in the eye as my fingers edged closer to his ass. The feeling of being able to dominate a larger man made my balls tingle.

He was biting his bottom lip again and let out a whimper when my cool hands slid up his skirt and cupped his large round ass. His skin was so silky smooth, yet his cheeks were so heavy in my grip.

I jiggled his butt for a bit, marveling at how much they wobbled. He was so sexy that I was sure my cock would erupt just from fondling him.

"Now I'm going to give you my cum. Is that what you want?" I asked, squeezing his cheeks harder.

"Er... um, yes?" he replied between deep breaths.

I was really gripping his ass now, pulling the soft cheeks apart before letting them spring back into position.

"Well, that didn't sound definite," I teased.

My hand came around to the front and brushed along his throbbing erection, "this fella knows what he wants! So, just relax and tell me what you want me to do."

I gripped his shaft, and instantly he groaned.

"Please... Please... I need your cock, I mean, cum... I mean, I need it to make me smarter," he stuttered, thrusting his hips against me, totally overcome with lust.

Grabbing his chin, I made him look at me.

Gazing into his golden eyes, I leaned in and kissed his soft lips. After an initial hint of reluctance, he sunk into my arms and kissed me back.

Just as we were about to get really lost in the kiss, I broke away from him and barked, "grip the railing, I want to see that phat ass!"

He had to reach down to the railing, pushing his ass out and forcing the skirt to ride higher until most of his cheeks were on display.

Edging behind him, I could see that he was actually wearing underwear. I would have been disappointed, but his choice of underwear was breath taking.

"That's a sight for sore eyes!" I groaned.

Splitting his round orbs was a thin strip of fabric. The slut was wearing a thong, though it was hard to see, as his juicy ass swallowed the lacy material.

Running my hand over his cheeks, I sighed at their softness. Unable to stop touching him, I moved lower until I came to his thick legs. He had fishnet stockings on that attached to a suspender belt around his tummy. He was every inch the sexy French maid.

Feeling naughty, I pulled up one of the suspenders that clung against his upper thigh, before letting it snap back into place. The effect made his entire butt wobble as Demarcus cried out in shock.

Briefly wondering how I was going to get my thick cock inside that tight ass with the limited amount of time I had until someone came looking for him, I looked around for inspiration. Luckily, I spotted some lube hidden behind a plant pot and picked it up. Clearly, Jonas' parents had done the exact same thing that I was about to do.

Straightening up, I pushed down on his upper back. It took a moment for Demarcus to realize what I wanted and then he lowered his chest to the railing, making his ass jut out more.

"Goddamn!" I whistled as his round cheeks spread apart and gave me a glimpse of my dreams.

Squirting a large dollop of lube on Demarcus' ass, I watched as it pooled around his entrance.

"Ohhh, fuck that's cold!" He gasped, tensing and making his cheeks clap together.

Forcing my finger between his globes, I searched for his hole.

Above me, Demarcus groaned and relaxed, allowing me to find the tight treasure. Collecting the gel, I smeared it around before tentatively prodding his ring.

Again, I felt him inhale and tense, so, taking it slow, I continued to circle his sensitive area until he relaxed enough to let the tip of my finger in.

"Fuck... no, don't move yet..." he breathed as my digit popped inside.

Knowing I needed to speed this up, I decided to add some more pleasure to distract him. Dropping my thumb to rub his perineum, he instantly sighed happily.

After a couple of seconds of stroking, I pulled my thumb away and instinctively he pushed back, desperate to get that feeling again, but all he did was inadvertently drive more of my finger inside his tunnel.

As he gasped, I took the opportunity and began to finger him. Pushing deeper and deeper inside, coating his walls with lube until my palm was pressed up against his warm, round cheeks.

"Oh god yes!" groaned Demarcus as he took control and thrust back onto my hand.

Letting him set the pace, I was busy trying to reach the lube bottle. Finally grabbing it, I awkwardly slathered my cock until it glistened. I was ready.

Placing my tip just under his asshole, I pulled out my finger, leaving it to gape slightly.

"Wha... oh shit!"

With one hand, I emptied the lube into his open hole while with the other, I aimed my cock higher.

Throwing away the bottle, I pushed against the crinkled ring. The head easily slipped inside, making both of us groan in unison.

"Fuck, that's tight!" I croaked.

Seeing his knuckles tightly gripping the railing, I knew that Demarcus wanted me to go slowly so that his tight ass could get used to my thickness, but after his deep throating, I couldn't wait any longer. With a firm shove, I invaded more of his asshole.

"Shit, that's good!" I gasped while Demarcus just whimpered beneath me.

With the amount of lube on my prick and coating his tunnel, there was no stopping me from driving deeper.

"Fuck, Fuck, fuck!" chanted Demarcus as I felt his walls stretch around my girth, accepting more and more of me.

Pulling out slightly, I collected some of the overflowing lube and greased my exposed shaft before I thrust back in.

"Ahhhh... So deep..." He grunted between deep breaths.

I grinned when I heard that. There were still a couple more inches to go. Moving my hands to his hips, I pulled him back while I rammed forward, slamming home the rest of my cock.

"Fuck!" he cried out before slapping a hand over his mouth in case anyone heard him.

Staying embedded in his ass, I felt it twitching around my shaft. It felt like it was almost milking me.

My balls churned for release. This wasn't going to be a slow, gentle lovemaking, this was going to be a hard pounding.

"Hold on, bitch! This ass was made to be fucked!"

Demarcus whimpered at that and lifted his ass higher like a bitch in heat. Though his walls were clutching at me when I pulled back, I could feel the lube allowing me to withdraw.

Pushing inside again, I began to fuck him. The light from the bedroom behind illuminated us so that I could see his big, light brown cheeks wobble each time I buried myself inside him.

"Fuck, you feel so good!" I grunted, picking up the pace.

Already I was close to cumming. Even without the amazing blowjob, his ass is enough to make anyone cum within minutes.

Trying to postpone it, I looked up to admire the spectacular view. It was truly stunning to see the whole town and made infinitely better by fucking a man the town residents cheered for every weekend.

A loud noise from the golf club made both of us pause. My cock twitched against his pulsing walls as I tried to work out what had caused the sound, and then a loud bang made both Demarcus and me jump.

"Holy shit!" the footballer exclaimed with my cock embedded in his ass as we both looked up to see fireworks illuminating the nighttime sky.

I laughed out loud. It was like they were celebrating my fucking!

Demarcus's clenched around my shaft as if his ass was reminding me that he needed to be fucked.

Gripping his hips again, I started to pound him again. His peachy cheeks slapped heavily against me, and the running back wailed at my savage assault, but any noise he made was drowned out by the continuing fireworks.

Watching his butt ripple against me, I could only watch mesmerized by the spectacle until an incredibly loud firework snapped me back.

"Fuck, this ass needs to be spanked!" I grunted.

Pulling my hand back, I slapped his fat left cheek, causing a high-pitch squeal to escape the Latino's lips. Though it seemed to spit the jock on as he began to thrust back harder against me.

"Big. Fucking. Ass!" I said, spanking him after each word, slowly making his cheeks turn red.

The faint sound of cheering wafted over the air and I couldn't resist teasing Demarcus. Pulling his arms, I forced him towards me.

"Listen to them cheering. Do you think they're celebrating me fucking you? Their best running back, bent over, dressed as a maid and getting his phat ass fucked by a nerd!"

He moaned loudly, and I felt his body flutter against mine.

"Do you think they know that their hero loves getting fucked? That he loves having a thick cock deep inside his ass! That he loves the way that it stretches him out. Making him feel so good that he gets closer to cumming each time my balls slap against him!"

Squirming and whimpering, the footballer was gyrating against the railing, rubbing his prick against the cool metal.

I could feel his ass tighten and knew it was time, "cum for me, slut!"

"Ahhhhhh..." Demarcus cried out.

His entire body tensed, causing his ass to clench around my cock. He slammed into the railings and his dick spurted cum all over the pristine flowerbeds of Jonas's parents.

"Take it!" I roared, continuing to fuck his plump ass.

The added tightness of his climax finally put me over the edge, making my balls tighten as I unleashed a giant load. Shot after shot filled his quivering tunnel.

Unable to keep myself upright, I collapsed on top of him with my cock still twitching as more cum filled his ass.

"Where the fuck are you fresher?!"

The angry bellow filled the air, and soon there were two huge footballers in tuxedos searching the grounds using their phone torches.

In our post-climax haze, we both panicked and fell to the floor. My prick slipped from his slimy hole and trembled in the cool air as we waited for Demarcus's teammates to leave.

I could hear my spunk bubbling from his asshole. He desperately reached around and stuck a finger inside, trying to quieten the noise. The sudden intrusion caused him to gasp and two lights were shone up to the balcony.

"Who's up there?"

I've no idea why I did what I did, but I moved closer to the running back and slipped my cock between his cheeks.

His finger popped free from his hole and he slapped me, warning me to back off, yet my prick had plans. Thrusting upwards, I groaned softly as I invaded his sopping entrance.

"Can you get up there?" one of the players asked at the same time, I was doing just that with their teammates' ass.

"Nah, we need Callum or someone smaller."

While the two men debated, Demarcus, ignoring my shaft splitting him open, grabbed a rock from the flowerpot and threw it over their heads.

"What the fuck?! Oh! It's a goddamn cat!"

Punching each other, the footballers laughed and headed back inside.

Ripping away from me, Demarcus hit my arm, "you puta!"

Grabbing his thong, the Latino got to his feet and pulled it back on.

I bit my lip to stop laughing. I highly doubted that the flimsy material was going to help keep any of my massive load in.

Watching him use his phone to make sure his face and hair look respectable, he seemed satisfied and, without another word, he scaled down the walls to the floor.

Completely spent and satisfied, I finished watching the firework show before I followed him.

Looking down from the balcony, I nervously reached out and held onto the drainpipe. Edging down, I could feel the bricks and ivy scratch my arms and face. The sharp pain hurt, but it was worth it for the memory of fucking that ass while overlooking the entire town.

Sneaking around the side of the house, I was about to leave when I spotted the freshers still in their maid outfits serving the seniors.

Unable to see my two fresher jocks, I went to the next window. Inside was the kitchen, where Hunter was talking to Demarcus.

The Latino was looking panicked and gesturing wildly until the defensive tackle placed a calming hand on his shoulder.

Turning around the larger man bent over. I could see the slight shine of something metallic in his ass. After a moment's pause, Demarcus reached out and pulled free a butt plug.

My mouth dropped open, and my tired cock twitched as he took a moment to study it, before sliding it into his creamy hole.

The two men fist-bumped and then picked up some trays and went back to where the seniors were waiting, probably not expecting to be served by a fresher with a cream pie.