My Football Bully

My Football Bully by Xavier L

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I'm a freshman in high school now. I hate physical education classes, so one of the PE teachers said if I was the football team's manager that would meet that requirement. I figured why not.

It's been interesting being the manager. I get to be part of the team, so some people treat me better. I'm also pretty sure I'm gay, and I can't lie and say I don't enjoy cleaning the locker room while the team members are in the shower. They like to horse around, and I get to watching all their glistening bodies while they clean up and change.

One of the team members has been kind of a dick to me, and I often see him kind of glaring at me. I usually avoid Roscoe because of it.

After a home game, the boys were really rowdy because they won against a really tough team, so it took me longer to clean. I was in the corner of a gym when I heard someone saying goodbye to Coach and the door closing.

As I sweeping up, I turned around to find Roscoe standing there with a towel wrapped around his waist. He has big chest muscles, big arms, and six-pack abs. If he wasn't such a jerk, he'd actually be quite hot. He has light brown hair and green eyes.

"Umm, hey Roscoe," I said as he stood blocking my path. Lockers were behind me.

"So, it seems you like looking at our dicks, Brice."

"I . . . I don't know what you're talking about," I said as I tried to think of a way of getting by him.

He reached out, grabbed the broom from my hand and tossed it behind him. Now I was really nervous because I was defenseless. He stepped in closer to me.

"Some of us see how you look at us when we're in the showers. How you conveniently spend extra time mopping and shit while we're in there."

"No, no I don't," I answered nervously.

He moved in closer.

"Yeah you fucking do, faggot."

"I'm not a f-faggot," I said as I looked around anxiously to see if I could get by him another way.

I watched as he untied the towel around his waist and tossed it aside. His hard dick was standing straight out from his body.

"Go on, faggot. Get a good look." He moved in more closely.

"I'm not, not interested."

"Yeah you are." He stepped in, and his dick was almost touching me.

"Tell you what I'm gonna do. I'm going to give you one chance."

"One chance?"

"Yeah, bend over and take it like a man, or I'm gonna take it."

"'Take it'? Take what?"

"Bend. The. Fuck. Over."

My heart was racing, and I felt panicked. "I'm not going to do that."

"Suit yourself," he said. Suddenly he grabbed me by the shoulders and spun me around. I put my hands out against the lockers to keep from smacking into them, and I felt my pants being yanked down.

"Stop, Roscoe! Stop!"

"You could've done this the easy way," he said as I felt my boxers being yanked down too. I tried to resist, but soon his dick was in my crack.

"It hurts!"

"Maybe you'll learn for next time." I felt his dick sliding into my butt. "You faggots like a nice hard dick up the ass don't you?"

"Please stop!" I was trying to stop from crying.

He spun me to my side, and I felt him shove my head down. I put my hands out to catch myself on the bench. I felt his strong fingers grip my hips as he shoved his dick into me.

"Ow!"

"You're lucky I'm fucking horny so I won't last as long as I want." He was fucking my ass hard. I had to hold onto the bench to keep from being pushed over it. "Fuck your ass is tight!"

"Roscoe!"

"Yes! Call my name, bitch. You want my fat cock." He grabbed my shoulders as he plunged his thick meat into me aggressively.

After he had pounded my hole feverishly, he pulled out. He grabbed my hair, turned me around, and shoved me so I was sitting on the bench. "Open your mouth!" I turned my head, and he said "Do it, or I'm going to fuck you again after I nut."

I decided it would be better to not resist so I closed my eyes and opened my mouth. He shoved his dick into it and grabbed my head as he roughly humped my throat a few moments before I was coughing on his cum.

"Swallow it all, bitch!"

When his dick slowed down twitching, he slowly moved it back and forth in my mouth, and I could taste his saltiness.

He pulled it out and made me suck on his hairy balls. He pulled me up by my hair again and brought my mouth to his chest.

"Suck on my nips," he barked, and I did as he said. "And stroke my cock while you're doing it."

I did that for a bit before he had me sit down and suck on his dick again.

"Yeah I don't think you've learned your lesson yet." He pulled out of my mouth, took me and spun me around. He had me lie down on the bench, and I felt him pull off my pants and underwear.

"Please stop, Roscoe."

I felt his hard dick sliding into my ass again.

"I'll stop when I'm fucking done."

I could feel that his legs were straddling me. His body pressed against my back as he drove his dick into me. Soon I felt his hands shoving my shirt up.

"Take it off!" he commanded, and I did.

He pounded my aching ass for awhile before I felt it twitching inside me, and I knew he was cumming in my butt.

When he got off my body, I stayed in my position.

"Good boy," he said. I saw him pick up the towel. He tossed it at me. "Now you keep your mouth shut. You fucking tell anyone this happened, and I'll tell them you begged me for sex and wouldn't leave me alone." He pulled me up by my hair. "Who do you think they'll believe?"

I figured he didn't expect an answer so didn't say anything.

"Now I know you fags like a lot of dick, so you'll be getting more of mine. Next time I tell you to bend over, what are you doing to do?"

"B-b-bend over."

"And if I tell you to suck my dick?

I swallowed. "Suck your dick."

"That's fucking right, bitch. Now clean yourself up and get the fuck out of here."

I wanted to call Coach, but I knew he was right. And the lockerrooms are one of the few places that wouldn't have a security camera.

I was almost in tears when I got home, but I pulled myself together so my parents wouldn't be suspicious. I took a long, hot bath hoping that would clean me.

During the next team practice, I made sure to stay away from the showers. The next practice was longer and rougher because we had another big game coming up. Once I was done cleaning and making sure the bags were ready for the next day, I left the building. Roscoe's car was parked by the curb, and he was sitting on his car and was wearing his letterman jacket.

He motioned for me to come over. I thought about running, but he was too fast, and if he caught me . . . well, that wouldn't be good. So I walked over without looking at him.

"You need a ride tonight," he said. It wasn't a question. He opened the passenger door.

"It's okay. I'm good."

"Do we really need to go through that again?" he asked.

I got into his car.

We drove in silence. I wasn't quite sure where we were headed, but it definitely wasn't to my house. We ended up in some area out of the way. He turned off the engine and moved his seat back. "Well, Brice. My dick has been thinking about you."

I looked over at him nervously, and his hand was pressed against his jeans showing a hard-on.

"You got a pretty nice ass and mouth, you know?" he asked as he removed his seat belt and leaned his chair back. "Why don't you come over and remind my dick how good your mouth feels. Work your magic."

Since he wasn't moving to undo his jeans, I figured he wanted me to. My hands were almost shaking as I undid the buttons on the fly. His hand gripped the back of my neck lightly as I opened his jeans. He lifted his hips so I could tug his jeans down. I pulled his hard-on out through the fly of his boxer briefs.

"No, no, no, buddy. You need to be able to work my balls, too."

"Sorry," I said without thinking about it. I took hold of his boxer briefs and pulled them down and over his dick.

"Take them all the way down so I can be free."

I moved his underwear and jeans down to his ankles. He spread his legs. "Mr. Happy is waiting."

I was going to attempt to bargain or reason with him, but even in the dark I could see in his eyes that would not be wise. Instead, I leaned over and took him into my mouth.

As I slowly began sucking on him, I noticed I could smell the scent of soap coming from his body. I noticed out of the corner of my that he pulled his shirt off.

"Do you like my muscles, Brice?"

I nodded my head as I worked his meat.

He ran his fingers through my hair. "The next time I fuck you, I plan on taking my time. Maybe we'll see how many times you can make me cum."

I focused on blowing him.

"Wouldn't that be nice? Get your holes filled up with my cum and cock?"

I didn't answer.

"Hmmm? Wouldn't it?" he said more angrily.

"Yes," I said quickly.

He grabbed my hair and pulled my head up. "You say 'yes, sir' to me, bitch."

"Y-y-yes sir."

His hand moved my mouth to his balls, so I sucked on them for a while before returning to his thick flesh.

"Damn your mouth feels good. I guess it's true guys give better head than girls." I kept sucking on him. "You know you don't really seem to be enjoying this. Maybe you want me to fuck you."

I started sucking him harder since I really didn't want that again.

"Tell you what. I'll give you a choice. Cum in your mouth or cum in your ass?"

"Mouth," I said quickly as I went back to work sucking his dick.

"Then make it feel really good. I want to feel your lips around the base of my cock, boy."

I tried pretending this was the best thing ever, and I worked to devour his dick.

"Yes, Brice! Suck my big dick like it's your best friend. Yes!"

Every so often he would grab my head, and I would keep it in place while he used his hips to pump into my throat. When he would stop pumping, I'd go back to deep throating him.

After a while, he asked "You ready to swallow my jizz, Brice?"

I nodded my head as I sucked him.

"I can't hear you."

"Yes! Yes, sir!"

"Get out of the car and come around to my side," he said.

I was nervous what was going to happen, but I did as he said.

As I was walking around, he came out of his car and shut the door. When I was standing in front of him, he said: "Okay now, Brice. You're going to get on your knees like a proper bitch. Suck my dick so good it makes my knees buckle."

I dropped to my knees in front of his practically naked body. I swallowed his dick until my nose was pressed into his wiry hairs. He started humping with his hips. I grabbed onto his ass and pulled him into me as I started sucking at a faster pace.

"Yeah you want to taste my cum so bad." He grabbed me by the back of my head and started face fucking me hard. I fake moaned which made him pump harder and faster, and soon he was standing rigid while his load shot down my throat. "Fuck!" he said.

I went ahead and slowly moved my head back and forth so he would feel like I was doing an extra good job.

When he finally told me I could stand up, he opened the door to the back seat. "Show me that ass," he said.

I was heartbroken. I thought for sure sucking him like this would be enough. He watched with a smile on his face as I undid my pants and dropped them and my boxers.

"Now, bend over the seat."

I did as he asked.

I almost jumped when I felt his hand lightly rubbing my butt. "Okay, you can get up. I was just testing. You passed."

Once I had my clothes back up, he told me to replace his jeans and underwear, and I pulled them back up and even buttoned the fly.

"Good job, Brice. Keep it up," he said. He motioned for me to get back into the car.

We rode in silence other than some music he was playing. I gave him directions to my house. When we pulled up, he had me show him which window went to my bedroom.

"Nice. So, here's the deal. Big game on Friday. My parents will be gone, and you're going to spend the night."

"Spend the night? At your house?"

"Yep. We'll go straight from the school so bring your stuff. Bye now."

I sat there surprised at just how bold he was getting at commanding me, but I knew there was no point in fighting this so I nodded my head. As I got out, he told me to make sure I didn't call me "sir" at school. That was just when we were in private.

"Yes, sir," I said softly as I shut the car door.

Unfortunately, my parents thought it was great I'd be spending the night at a teammate's house. Of course, I didn't tell them his parents wouldn't be gone or what would likely be happening.

At school, when he was walking by me, he put his arm around me and said "What's up, buddy? Big night tonight!" and kept on walking without me.

During the game I was nervous. I wanted us to win, but I also worried how he'd be if they lost. They won big.

He waited for me as I finished up my tasks, and we drove to his house.

Once we got inside, he had me put my stuff down on the table. We walked onto the porch, and he removed the cover for their hot tub.

He smiled at me as he walked over to where I stood. "Fun night tonight!"

I didn't say anything. I wasn't sure if he meant the game or what he had planned.

"Take your clothes off," he said.

I pulled my shirt off, and he told me I could go more slowly. I gradually undid my jeans and slipped them down and stepped out of them. He came over to me before I could remove my boxers. He moved behind me, and I felt his hands on my underwear. He slowly pushed them down until he could let them go and they just fell. I felt his hands sliding over my chest and down my belly.

He came back so he was now in front of me. "Now you do mine."

He had a buttoned shirt, so I slowly undid all the buttons and pushed it over his shoulders. Then I pulled his wife beater over his head.

"I'm so fucking hard right now," he said.

I know he much he likes this whole servant thing, so I got onto my knees again. He smiled as he looked down at me and watched me slowly undo all the buttons on the fly of his jeans. I gently slid those down. He had a big tent in his underwear. I gently rubbed it before taking hold of his boxer briefs, and I stared into his eyes as I peeled them off his body.

Once he was naked, I took the tip of his hard cock into my mouth and gently sucked on it while I continued looking up at him. He was biting on his lower lip as I took more of him into my mouth. He motioned his head toward the hot tub, and so I stood up.

He climbed up the small ladder first and sat down, and I joined him but sat down opposite him. He smiled at me and pointed next to him with one of his hands. I moved over next to him, and took hold of his dick and slowly stroked him while sucking on one of his nipples.

I figured if I said something it would go better, so I said: "I . . . I want your cock."

"Yeah? Mouth or ass?"

"Mouth, sir."

"Okay, but I hope you know you're getting it in the ass later." He stood up and lifted his body so that he was sitting on the edge of the tub. I moved between his legs. I began sucking on his balls. I took my tongue and slowly slid it up his throbbing shaft. Again I saw him bite his lower lip. I ran my tongue around the edge of the tip before sliding my lips over it. I heard him say "Gawd," and I went ahead and took my time swallowing all of his meat until my nose was in his pubes.

I did the best job I could possibly do. At one point he had his legs in the tub and was using his hips to drive his dick into my mouth. I devoured his cock in hopes he wouldn't last as long even though I know he likes it slow when he can get it. Thankfully, he was soon blowing his load down my throat.

"That was fucking awesome!" he praised me when I had drained him.

We sat in the tub for a while longer before he suggested we go inside. We dried off, and he had us leave our clothes on the patio and just go in naked. We got a snack, and he even offered me a beer. We sat down in the living room and watched a couple of shows before he decided it was time to go upstairs.

I dreaded this as I walked behind him up the stairs. Once we were in his room, he told me to get him hard again. I dropped to my knees once again and took him into my mouth. It didn't take long for his dick to wake back up completely.

"Do you know what time it is?" he asked.

"Time for me to get fucked? Sir."

He nodded his head. I stood up. He handed me a bottle of lube and told me to get his cock ready for my hole. I spread a lot of the gel on his hard meat. He guided me over to his bed. He had me lie down on the edge so that my feet were on the floor.

His hand slowly slid over my butt before I felt him move into position. And soon I felt him enter me. This time he was much more gradual in sliding his dick into my ass.

When his cock was all the way inside me, he said: "You're a lucky faggot to get a nice big dick like this. Most guys are smaller."

"Yes, sir" I grunted as he started moving his thick meat inside me.

"Yeah your ass loves my fat cock."

He took quite a while this round. We changed positions a lot, and I was exhausted by the time he finally came.

In the morning he woke me up to give him another blowjob. After breakfast, he fucked me while I was bent over the dining room table. Although at one point he had me sit down on his cock while he was in a chair.

I was so happy when he finally took me home.

That week he had me blow him and another time he fucked me in the trainer's room. A couple of days later I was walking somewhere, and a car pulled up next to me. It was our team's captain Dylan. "Hey there, Brice! Need a ride?"

I figured why not. Dylan was usually pretty cool. He didn't ask where I was headed, but we just talked about different stuff as he drove. We ended up on a hill surrounded by bushes. He turned the car off and turned toward me. "So, how long you been sucking Roscoe's dick?"

I almost coughed. "What? I'm not, I'm not sucking—"

"I heard it the other day in the trainer's room. I heard him telling you what a great cocksucker you are while you were in there for awhile."

I could feel my face burning.

"I know he's an asshole, so I figure it isn't something you probably are enjoying."

I was afraid to say anything.

"I'll keep your secret, unless you want me to have him stop."

"Thanks, but I think I'm okay."

"Cool. Well, I was wondering something."

"Yeah?" I asked.

"I could really use some help, and I was wondering if you could do that."

"Some help?" I asked cautiously.

I saw him untie his sweatpants and shove them down. His hard dick was sticking straight up. "I'm not going to force you or threaten you, but if you'd be willing to do this for me, I'd be super grateful. You can totally say no, and it's not a problem."

I looked at him, and he seemed so hopeful. His dick wasn't quite as big as Roscoe's, but it wasn't small either. "If I say no?"

"Like I said, no problem. We'll leave here, I'll offer to stop for some ice cream, and take you wherever you want to go."

I didn't answer, and I saw him cover himself back up. His hand reached for the car key, and I touched his hand. He stopped. "Okay, I'll do it."

"Thanks so much, man," he said earnestly. He pulled his dick back out. I leaned down and slowly swallowed him. He skin was slightly salty. I felt his hand on my back as I leisurely worked his cock. He leaned his seat back. "Fuck that feels so good, man."

I pushed his sweats down more so I could suck on his balls. "Take your shirt off," I said.

He quickly complied, and I admired his athletic body. I sucked on one of his nipples before returning his hard flesh to my mouth.

As I readjusted my position so I could go down on him more easily, I felt his hand tugging down my shorts.

I stopped sucking him and looked.

"Sorry, man. I was just going to give you a handjob while you were blowing me."

This surprised me. I shoved my clothing down giving him access to my hard-on, and as soon as I felt his hand on my wood I returned to sucking him.

"My gawd you're a fucking master," he said as I continued working him to maximum pleasure.

I came first. I wanted to keep going slow, but he said he felt like he was going to blue ball so I let him orgasm. As he was getting close, he said "I'm gonna cum. I'm gonna cum!" I kept sucking, and I happily swallowed his load as he shot it into my mouth.

After he recovered, we did head out for some snacks and parked by the lake just bullshitting.

During school he would invite me to sit with him and his friends. Roscoe seemed to notice the captain and I had become friends, and he seemed to be backing off. A few days later, Dylan asked if I wanted to go for a hike on Saturday which I did.

When we got to the top of a peak, we sat down and enjoyed the view. I looked around and saw no one else was nearby. I reached over and started rubbing his crotch.

"You don't have to do this, you know. It isn't why I invited you."

"I know," I said truthfully. As I felt his dick responding, I told him I wanted to see him naked.

He looked around and said we could go behind a group of trees. Once we were there, he took his shirt off as I dropped to my knees. I pulled his shorts and boxers down and admired the full view of his body. I began sucking on him.

"I can't fucking believe how good you are," he said.

I enjoyed pleasuring him. Because we were more exposed I didn't make this last as long as I wanted, but I definitely didn't rush it either.

When we got back into the car, I said: "I really want to give you a long, slow blowjob."

"Well, we could go to my room. My parents never interrupt when I have a friend visiting."

I nodded my head eagerly.

Once we were in his room, I came over and peeled his shirt off him. I stripped him out of the rest of his clothes, and I guided him onto his bed. He was lying on his back, and he used a couple of pillows to prop his head up. His dick was hard and ready, and I climbed between his legs.

This one lasted for quite a while, and there were times he was biting on his arm to keep from moaning or something. When I had finally allowed him release, he offered to give me a handjob, but I declined.

A couple of days later I invited him to stay at my house overnight. After dinner, we hung out playing video games in my room. My dad came by and said goodnight. I went over to the door and opened and watched until their lights went out.

I shut my door, and while Dylan watched, I got naked. I motioned for him to come over to me, and I stripped him out of his clothes. I grabbed a bottle of lube, squirted some into my palm, and I stroked up and down his hard cock.

"We don't have to do this if you don't want to," he said.

"Oh, I want it."

We walked to my bed, and I got down on my stomach. He moved into position, and I felt him enter me.

He slowly fed me his cock, and he held it in place while I relaxed more. And we fucked. It felt so damn good. I came while he was fucking me. After he had his orgasm, I told him I wanted him to stay inside me so we moved onto our side. I turned the light out, and I fell asleep while he held me.

In the morning I took his morning wood into my mouth and brought him to orgasm again.

A few days later we had another game. Dylan got injured, so he had to go get checked out. I was cleaning up and noticed Roscoe was taking his time again. I actually kind of missed his big dick. I saw him walking with a towel wrapped around his waist. Since his locker was in a more secluded area I followed him.

When he saw me, he said with a snotty tone: "What the fuck do you want?"

I came up to him, took hold of his towel and yanked it off.

"I want your fucking cock," I said. I sat down on the bench and took him into my mouth. As soon as he was hard, he started humping my mouth.

"Fuck I've missed your mouth!"

I released his dick, and he looked confused, but he noticed me undoing my shorts. I shoved my lower clothing down, turned around and bent over. He wasted no time in sliding his wet cock into my ass.

As soon as he was in enough, he started humping my butt.

"Fuck me, Roscoe!" I said.

"What the fuck?" I heard someone else's voice say. I looked up to see Corey standing there stunned. He's a black guy, really cute, and really friendly.

"Don't stop," I said to Roscoe.

I guess he figured we were this far along he might as well continue so he started fucking me again.

Corey came over to us. I watched him undo his track pants, and he shoved them and some white briefs down exposing his growing cock. He walked up to me, and I opened my mouth and started sucking him. He was a bit bigger and thicker than Roscoe.

When Roscoe came, he said: "Just so you know, I'm not gay or anything."

"Dude, I get it. I got someone sucking my dick right now, and I don't give a fuck who they are."

"Peace out," he said. He got dressed, waved goodbye to us, and headed out.

At one point I stopped sucking him long enough to say "Fuck me, Corey!"

"Nah man. You're finishing what you started. Then we'll go somewhere so I can take my time with that ass."

After sucking him for a while, I quickly rolled onto my back. He leaned over me, braced his hands on the edges of the bench and stretched out his legs. As soon as he was back in my mouth, he started fucking my throat solidly.

I grabbed onto his his thick leg muscles as he pounded my face. His balls slapped against my nose as he pumped my throat. I took hold of my dick and started jacking off as he kept fucking my mouth. He would change up the pace and the depth every so often which drove me wild. Soon I was shooting my load.

After a while, I needed to change positions so I moved so I was sitting up. He grabbed my head and shoved his thick meat down my throat again and kept pumping. Soon I noticed his sense of urgency, and his cock felt thicker. I braced myself, and shortly after that I was drinking what seemed like a pint of his cum.

When we finished up inside the lockerroom, we headed to his car. "You ever been fucked by a black guy?" he asked.

"No."

He made a whooshing sound. "Well, you better text yo mama and tell her you gonna be late because you in for a reckoning."

I wasn't sure what that meant, but I did tell Mom I was going to hang out with a teammate and would be home late.

We pulled up to a house, and he took me through the gate. The lights were out in the house, and there was a small pool home. We went in there. He shut all the curtains and double checked the doors were locked. When he turned around, he said "Why are your clothes still on?"

"Oh sorry," I said and quickly stripped out of them. When I was finished I asked, "And yours?"

"You come over here and get my cock. You gotta earn it."

I went over to him and removed all of his clothing. His dick was half hard by the time he was naked. He handed me the lube and told me to get his cock good and ready. Once I finished putting a really good coating on his meat, he guided me to the bed. I moved onto it, and he joined me.

"You may not be walking well after this," he said, and I felt his dick sliding into my hole.

"Oh gawd!"

"Oh you gonna be prayin'. Not only is my dick bigger than that white boy, but I know how to use it. I got stamina like you ain't never seen."

Once he started moving, I couldn't help but say "Fuck me!"

I had never felt anyone use their dick like he was. Not only with positions but the way he knew how to move it, the pace, and the changes. I was covered in sweat by the time he unloaded in my ass.