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He was afraid of who knew what he had done... afraid of everyone, now. For a while, he considered that his football buddies might be looking at him differently, but he was overreacting. They didn't know. They still cracked the same fag jokes they always did, hit him on the field and off as hard as they always did - they were treating him exactly the same.
Chris thought back to Jake. Back to what he had done to him - thrown him out on the crowded Walk covered in Jake's cum. Jake didn't care if anyone else knew - he wasn't careful at all.
Chris sighed. But being thrown onto the Walk didn't stop everyone from behaving normally. You throw something odd into a mix of college students trying to get to class, and what do they do? Ignore it, and go to class. Not high school anymore. No time to waste on bullshit. Thank God.
He was shaken out of his reverie by his best bud, Billy.
"Dude? You going to get your pads off and come out drinking with us, or are we going to have to leave you behind?" Billy grinned, slapping the back of Chris' head, urging him to pull off his shoulderpads just a little faster.
Chris smiled. Same old, same old. At least here, he could get a little slice of normalcy. Well... as long as he didn't run into-
"Well, howdy, Chris."
He felt a chill run up his spine as Jake put his arm around his shoulders and called out to Billy - "You guys go on ahead, we'll meet you there. Chris and I have to discuss something."
Billy looked back at him with a puzzled look, shrugged, and said, "Okay, whatever. We'll be at Shooters. Don't drag ass, yeah?"
"Yeah." Jake had a little smile on his face as he waved off Billy. As soon as the door creaked shut, Jake strode up to it and bolted it. He turned, that same little smile on his face, and calmly said, "Let's put those kneepads of yours to good use."
Chris began protesting immediately. "No, no, dude! God, how many times do I have to tell you, I'm not a fucking queer!" As Jake laughed, he continued, "I know I did some stuff to you, but that was only so you wouldn't say anything to anybody - I've got scholarships here - the Army, football - I can't afford to lose those. But man, I gave you what you want, just end it, okay!?"
In answer, Chris watched in dismay as Jake unlaced his football pants and, not even bothering to pull them all the way down, dug around in his jock and pulled his cock out to face him.
"Knees. Now. Or your loss of scholarships'll be the least of your problems."
Chris shot a look to the door, half thinking of escape, then, rethinking that - making sure it was locked tight.
Dragging his feet like a man walking to his executioner, Chris stood in front of Jake and slowly dropped to his knees, steadying himself on Jake's thigh pads as he slid into a new 'comfortable' position, starting to cry as he opened his mouth awaiting the terrible thing he knew was coming.
Jake let out a long, slow breath as he eased his cock into Chris' mouth. It hardened quickly, and soon, Chris was choking as Jake began to pound his cock down his throat, double fisting his hair for extra leverage.
Jake's cock was sweaty, having been locked up in his jock for the entire practice, and Chris kneeled disgusted at the taste and the act as Jake happily humped away at his face, his balls bouncing off of Chris' chin, moaning and groaning, tossing out verbal abuse as he got his dick sucked.
"Ohhhhhh, fuck, dude. You just fucking love sucking my fat jock dick and taking it like some cheerleader whore? Like the pussy you are? Don't fucking lie... oh, you protest that you aren't queer a whole lot, but when you get on your knees, you can't get enough of my big meat!"
All Chris could hear was Jake's stinging words - all he could hear... that's why he missed the bolt turning... Billy had an extra key lent from the coach.... Why he missed his footsteps, running back to pick up his forgotten wallet... him freezing when he saw Chris sucking cock...
But Chris heard it very, very clearly, when Jake paused his abuse(having just noticed Billy himself) and Billy let out a "Jesus..."
Chris tried to pull back quickly, but all he got was a sharp tug from Jake, keeping him on his cock, gagging him again. Chris' face went bright red from shame as Jake kept fucking his face, then began to -chat- with Billy.
"You surprised your bud's a fag?" Jake laughed. "Oh, he fucking lovvves my huge tool - look at him go after it!"
Chris, meanwhile, was pounding on Jake's thighpads, trying to push off as hard as he could. Billy noticed, but he made no move to throw Jake off of him, even as Jake started to grunt and thrust faster... even as it was very apparent that he was about to cum in Billy's best friend's mouth.
No, Billy just stood there as Jake buried his thick pole down Chris' throat, putting him nose-deep in his sweaty pubes. Stood there as Jake -yelped- and came.
"Ohhhhhhhhh, FUCK. Take it, BITCH, TAKE IT! You LOVE it!" And he pumped his load down Chris' throat, who continued to choke...
Oh, there was that feeling that he was going to puke again. Chris pounded Jake's thighs even harder - he couldn't breathe, he couldn't move off of his dick, and he couldn't get rid of that feeling of cum sliding down his throat. He -had- to swallow, and it hurt.
The room started to slowly spin as Chris couldn't breathe - then Jake was done. He pulled his softening, leaking dick out of Chris' mouth and slapped him across the face, grinning.
Chris started to get to his feet - he had to tell Billy that he -had- to do it, that it would have ruined everything if he'd refused - that he was straight... and then, unexpectedly, he was pushed back down to his kneepads.
No, no - it was too soon - Jake wasn't ready to go again, was he?
And then, in abject horror, he saw his best bud undoing his belt, then unzipping his jeans. But... this was his friend... surely he wouldn't...
"Dude? What are you doing? I'm not-rrrrmmphhh!" He was cut off sharply as Billy pulled his face into his boxer briefs - pressed him right on his giant package.
He'd seen Billy's big dick before - sure, in the showers you can't miss a piece of hardware like that, but he never, NEVER in a million years dreamed he'd be feeling it. That it would get hard, pressed up against his face as his bud muttered, "Jesus... if I'd known, you coulda blown me every day before practice. God, when I was so fucking horny after Cindy dumped me, you weren't even going to OFFER? Bitch!" And he bent down and SLAMMED his fist into Chris' side, sending him to the floor.
"Get up." Billy - giving him orders? Oh, God, and why did he have to hit him? He just needed to explain...
"Billy, I-"
"Shut the fuck up. Get up, right now."
Chris started to stand, but Billy put two hands on his shoulders and threw him to his knees. "Nope. Right there, bitch. That's where you'll stay. Now..." and he pulled his giant cock out of his boxer briefs and brought it mouth level to Chris. "Beg for it."
Chris looked up at him, amazed that he'd even ask. But there was more.
"I'm not going to fuck your face... no, you're going to beg for my cock, then treat it real nice when I let you work for my cum."
"Billy, I'm not-"
But Jake jumped in. "Do it, bitch," seeming to relish the word, "... beg for his dick, or I'll share your little secret with everyone. Do it. Right now." There was that grin again.
And Chris looked up at his mate - best since they'd first played football in high school together - and began to beg for exactly what he didn't want.
Whimpering, he started, "Man? Can I...please taste your dick? I want to suck it...sooo badly... please let me taste your...rod?" Oh, he didn't like this at all.
"And my cum? How bad do you want it?"
"Ohhh, I want it sooo bad... please, please, please let me feel it sliding down my throat - please..." he paused as he shudderingly said the disgusting thing that he used to say to girls, "... please feed me your hot spunk!"
Billy couldn't stop himself from grinning as his cock got hard from Chris' talk. He laughed as he grabbed Chris' head and forced him to his balls.
"Kiss 'em. Lick 'em. Worship 'em."
If Chris thought he felt like a whore before, this was just adding insult to injury - he could still feel Jake's slap of cum from minutes ago as he leaned in and began to kiss Billy's balls, taking one in his mouth, sucking on it, then moving to the next - brushing his tongue all over his tight sack. It wasn't as gross as he thought it would be, but he still felt like some cheerleader, begging to blow some football player; worshipping his cock. His ... sack.
Billy was digging on it, moaning about what a good bitch he was, and how they should've started this arrangement much sooner, but wanted to move on. He pulled Chris off of his balls, and ordered him, "Okay, bitch, start on my cock - and remember, this isn't going to be fast like Jakey here - no, you're going to take your precious time - you're going to have to wait to get your reward."
Chris wasn't anxious to get anything in the way of the reward Billy wanted to give, but he didn't need anyone -else- finding out, so he moved back toward Billy's crotch and began to lick all over his cockhead, paying particular attention to his piss-slit(that's what he liked being paid attention to when girls blew him) and the underside of the head as he vigorously went at it.
Chris figured that despite Billy's claim he wanted it to go real slow, that he could get him off and get out of there if he just made him blow his load quickly. He wasn't anxious to get a belly full of cum, but he knew he'd probably have to do it to get out of there.
He felt Billy take a tighter hold of his hair and pull him slowly down his cock until Chris' nose was deep in his pubes, his balls resting on Chris' chin.
"Now. Slowwww..." And he laughed as Chris pulled off very slowly and began to bob his head just as slowly on his big cock.
Chris tried to get his mind somewhere else. Somewhere besides blowing his best friend in the whole world - who'd turned on him the minute he thought he was a... fag. But in his haze, Billy decided he wasn't paying enough attention, enough care - so he yanked Chris off of his dick with one hand and SLAPPED him with the other.
Chris rolled on the floor, sobbing. Why did this have to happen to him? What the fuck did he ever do to deserve it? Why was his whole life falling apart - and his friend beating him up?
"Bitch, get back on your knees, and THIS TIME, you better focus on my cock! My balls have been churning you up a great big meal, and you're off in space!" He sneered at Chris as he began to get back on his knees, still crying. "Oh, don't worry, you won't be crying for long - once you taste my awesome cum, you'll beg for it every day!"
Resolved to not get hit again, Chris brought himself up to Billy's cock level and, with ragged breath, opened his mouth and began to suck his dick.
This time it would be different. He'd show him that he was paying attention, that all he could think about was what his friend was doing to him, and how he'd never forget it. But Chris also focused on getting the job done a little faster, a little better - he had to get out of there.
It was obvious that Billy approved. He was moaning over and over again, "God-DAMN, fag, you are so fucking good at this! Better than some of those cheerleading bitches!" He laughed again - "Who've you been practicing on? I'd have been pleased to offer my cock so you could train on it in freshman year at high school - I always LOVED getting my dick sucked. And I don't even mind that it's by some fucking fag like you. Jesus, dude, how'd you hide it all this time? How'd you-" he stopped... and his breaths got shorter and shorter as he grunted and thrusted forward into Chris' suckling mouth.
"Oh, fuck, fag, here it comes! FUCK!"
Chris felt the first blast hit the back of his throat, and he gagged as Billy kept shooting.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck. Take it, oohhhhhhh..." he roughly pulled out of Chris' mouth and continued to shoot, splashing his face with cum, then shooting all over his chest. Billy squeezed out the last few drops of cum under Chris' nose with a smile.
"You're going to be tasting and smelling my spunk a lot more now that I know about you, Chris. A lot more." He sneered again, and tucked his meat away. He gave a small wave to Jake, turned, and walked out the door.
Jake had apparently changed while Chris was blowing Billy, and he smiled once more at Chris on his knees, splashed with cum, still in his now cum-stained football pants.
"See you tomorrow, fag."