**Alright folks, suspend your disbelief, have fun with it, have a laugh if you must. JD doesn't even engage in after care, the scoundrel!...Enjoy.**
Chapter 3
Brandon's chest burned as he jogged to catch up to his quarry who had just gone into the locker room. He barely had the breath to call out ahead of him, he had been sprinting all over campus earlier. "Tiber! Hey, Tiber!"
Tiber - a senior jock Brandon had gotten to know more intimately these months - was wiping his forehead with a sweaty football jersey, his rippling abs on display for Brandon as he trotted to a halt. Brandon panted some more, catching his breath, and exaggeratedly placed his hands on his knees. From this angle, he quietly imagined licking up the beads of sweat running down Tiber's torso.
Swallowing down his lust, Brandon tugged playfully at Tiber's shorts, stretching the elastic out, revealing his red boxers underneath. Tiber heaved a breath and bit his lip, the cock hiding beneath his loose shorts beginning to chuff up.
"Hey," Brandon started again, laying it on thick with his voice. A voice barely recognizable from the one he had a year ago. A voice that said words Brandon would never have believed came out of his mouth. "I've been texting you... you been busy?"
"Working out," Tiber answered, uncharacteristically curt. He looked nervous.
"You're beat..." Brandon said, licking his lips. "Can I... maybe..." Brandon's finger tips inched closer to the revealed rim of Tiber's red underwear. "Help you relax?"
Tiber looked absolutely pained and refused to meet Brandon eye-to-eye, casting his gaze this way and that. "Fuck man, I... I can't, I gotta... I dunno, be somewhere?"
All the pretense dropped from Brandon's face and he stomped his foot into the ground. "What the fuck?" he hissed, barely keeping his voice down. "You too, Tiber? What the fuck?"
As Brandon folded his arms and pouted, Tiber ran a hand through his hair before letting out a long, exasperated sigh. "Alright listen! It's not like it's a secret anyway."
Brandon grabbed Tiber by the jersey and hoisted himself up on tip-toe to get as close to Tiber's face as possible (and still barely came up to his chin). "What?" he asked accusingly. "What is it?"
"JD's been going around telling everyone... you're off limits."
Brandon's grip on Tiber's shirt fell away completely as an angry blush surged through his cheeks.
"Can I go now?" Tiber whined. "If I stay any longer, I AM going to fuck you, and JD would have my head."
The walk back to Brandon's dorm was filled with all the memories of rejection over the past two weeks. He recalled all the lame excuses, the darting glances, all the guys who normally couldn't keep their hands off him avoiding Brandon like the plague. It all made sense now. JD had used his considerable sway to cock-block him from everyone on campus. For SOME reason....
With a defeated sigh, Brandon collapsed onto his mattress. For a brief minute he tossed and turned in the sheets before growling and kicking his pants off. His cock was already fully hard, but Brandon only looked at his twitching penis with what could only be described as trepidation.
Gingerly he reached down to his crotch with his left hand and grasped his shaft tightly. He pumped and masturbated and thrust into his fist for nearly 20 minutes before giving up with an exhausted grunt. Brandon licked two of his fingers before sinking them effortlessly into his JD-sized hole. He didn't need prepping or stretching, JD had made sure that Brandon was permanently stretched out.
Those two fingers weren't cutting it, even scissoring them as wide as he could make them. With a pathetic squeal, Brandon sank two more fingers into himself, wiggling his fingers like crazy, trying to stir up his insides. And although his cock was raging hard, all it did was dribble tiny streams of clear precum.
With a cry, Brandon shoved his hand as far into his hole as he could manage and STILL... still it felt like his fingers were miles away from that magic spot deep within him. He tried again and again to reach it, but the more he dug the further away that spot felt.
At last Brandon gave up, bursting into tears, sobbing into his pillows. It was the same story every night for the past two weeks. He didn't get any action, and he was now incapable of cumming without a dick up his ass so he couldn't even masturbate to relieve the pressure. His balls felt swollen, and actually began to hurt each time Brandon fruitlessly attempted to cum.
Brandon had dried his tears but was still sniffling as he scrolled online looking for a foot-long dildo to order and express ship to his dorm when a familiar knock echoed out.
Brandon's face contorted through several emotions - shock, relief, annoyance, desperation - before finally settling on angry. He didn't even bother putting his pants back on, toddling with his short, hairy legs to the door, his three inch pecker standing at full attention. He unlocked the door and positioned his head so that he was looking waaaaaaaay up.
JD was leaning against the door frame, chewing gum and looking nonchalantly down the hall. When he turned his gaze to see Brandon half naked in front of him, he smirked and raised an eyebrow as if to say: I could get used to this.
"Hey Branny Babe," JD cooed, using the pet name only he got to use with Brandon.
"Heard you were uh... going through a dry spell." Brandon glowered darkly at JD as the taller man shot a shit-eating grin back down at him.
"Fuck you," Brandon contested, but JD only scoffed.
"You letting me in, or do I gotta carry you?"
It was no idle threat. JD had carried Brandon over his shoulder like a ragdoll all the way through campus before. He'd have no issue with doing it from here to the bed. Still pursing his lips in a pout, Brandon stepped aside for JD to lumber in.
"What do you want?" Brandon asked, simmering but no longer boiling over. He had his arms crossed and his face screwed up in the fiercest expression he could muster. Though all of this was undercut by the raging boner throbbing between his legs.
"Oh I think it's pretty obvious," JD said, slipping off his shoes and leaning back against the wall. He pulled one leg up onto the mattress with him and hugged it close to his chest; his other leg was still draped carelessly over the edge. And this made it so JD's 'third leg' was on display for Brandon to lust over. Already, Brandon could feel his knees going weak as his anger and resolve melted away.
"I guess it was kind of a dick move for me to cut you off like that," JD began, not at all contrite. "You should be allowed to fuck whoever you wanna fuck. I don't get to decide that for you. Buuuuuuut..."
JD's smirk widened, the red stubble across his chin glistening gold in the dim artificial light.
"I had a great idea for a game I wanna play. Hear me out?"
