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Despite every part of me wanting to fuck Rocky's ass again, I left his room and stumbled home in a state of post cum euphoria. The excitement of finally fucking that big jock ass was coursing through me and, though my body and cock needed sleep, my mind couldn't switch off.
I kept replaying the evening over and over again and I still couldn't believe that Rocky had cum while getting fucked. Even with my limited experience with men, I knew that was rare for someone's first time. Then again, I thought, he had an ass made to be fucked, so perhaps it wasn't all that surprising.
Eventually, sleep came, and after ten hours of unconsciousness, I woke up refreshed and eager to have another go at Rocky's perfect ass. Unfortunately, it was Sunday. We had agreed that a day off from studying would be best for both of us and, unfortunately for me, that day was Sunday.
Ignoring all of my classwork, I instead focused on how I could make fucking Rocky a regular thing. I knew his bruise wasn't going to last long. By Monday he would probably be fine and then I would have no reason to get inside his pants again.
Looking at the time, it was already past midday, and I still had no clear plan. Feeling hungry, I headed to the fridge.
"Fuck!" I muttered as a bare shelf looked back at me.
Putting on some shoes, sweatpants and a hoody, I picked up my wallet and headed to the shops. My mind wasn't focused, and I ended up wandering around the streets. A loud burst of laughter caught my attention.
Walking down the middle of the road was Rocky with two other footballers. On his right was a younger-looking man with tanned skin and wavy brown hair. He wasn't far off the size of Rocky and judging from the muscles he had, I knew he could have matched the linebacker in the weights section or on the field.
The other player was slimmer and looked more like a running back. He was tall, with a beautiful black complexion. He had an air of confidence about him and he joked with Rocky, easily making it clear they were good friends while the other younger guy watched them with awe.
I was caught in two minds. While it was hard-wired into me that I should flee from all jocks after years of teasing at school, I had fucked Rocky the night before, so maybe I didn't have anything to worry about.
Then the three of them all howled with laughter and the manly punching began. All of a sudden, I was back at school getting chased. Glancing to my left, I saw a door open, and I dove inside.
The doorbell chimed and a bored-looking Latino looked up from the cash register before dropping back to his magazine. Glancing around, I saw I was in the grocery store, high rows of food stretched out in front of me. Knowing that I could hide easily, I hurried to the back corner.
"What are you reading, Demarcus? Bet it's cosmo!" a deep voice laughed.
"Or good housekeeping!" another said with a snicker.
"Fuck you guys! What are you all doing here, anyway? Didn't think you would be waking up this early, Callum, especially with how much you had yesterday!"
I didn't stay around to hear the rest of the conversation. I had already spotted that the backroom door was open and darting through it, I saw the light of an alleyway. Throwing my hood up to cover my face, I ran outside.
Just as I was about to breathe a huge sigh of relief, I smashed into a large mass of muscle and promptly fell on my ass.
"What the fuck?" it rumbled.
Blinking away the pain, I looked up to see Rocky towering over me with his fly undone and his cock out. I couldn't tear my eyes off the handsome footballer and even after he had stuffed his prick back in his trousers, I still couldn't find anything to say.
"Nerd?!" he barked, making me jump.
"Hey Rocky, how's things?"
"What are you doing out here?"
"Um... I was... um, I... I wanted to see you!" I said after several attempts to try, and form a sentence that made sense.
"Why?" he replied, confused.
"Um... oh, yes! To check on your bruise. It looked terrible last night, and I noticed you were limping."
"Yeah, it's been a son-of-a-bitch, but I've had worse," he shrugged.
I had already noticed that he was wearing tearaway pants with the college logo on and after weighing up the risk of a battering to the reward of seeing more, I made my mind up.
"You wanna pop open some buttons and I can put some more of this on?" I asked, pulling out the cream that was still in my hoody from last night.
Rocky frowned, but I could see that he was contemplating it. Obviously, the bruise was worse than he was letting on and from what I saw yesterday, it was painful. If it were me, I doubted whether I would have even been able to get out of bed, let alone walk.
"Fine, but be quick," he snapped while gripping two handfuls of fabric and pulling them apart.
The satisfying pop was followed by the even more satisfying sight of his thigh muscle. Instantly, I spotted the dark purple skin. The cream had made it even more pronounced as was the intended effect, though clearly, Rocky didn't know that, which was probably why he was a bit worried about it.
"Come on, nerd, I need to get back to my friends... Something you wouldn't know about!" he smirked and instantly, I knew what I had to do.
Squeezing a large amount of cream into my palm, I smeared it over his skin, savoring the taut muscle before gradually increasing the amount of pressure. I could feel him tense, but his masculine footballer brain told him to ignore it.
With a grin of my own, I pinched his skin and instantly, Rocky jumped back, swearing loudly.
"What the fuck nerd?!"
"I'm sorry Rocky! I didn't realize how bad it was. It looks like what we did yesterday is helping, but I reckon you need some more just to help it."
"What about the cream?" he asked suspiciously.
"The cream won't be able to do it all by itself. You need some more protein just to push along the healing process," I replied, impressed with how professional I sounded.
Once again, Rocky's face scrunched up as he tried to make sense of what I was telling him. I would have waited for his response, yet I knew time was against me. Though I wanted his ass, I guess I could settle for those beautiful, full lips.
"Look Rocky, I know you need to heal for practice tomorrow. If you get hit on the leg, then you're going down and no one wants to see you cry. All you need is to swallow some cum and then you'll be feeling a lot better. I promise I'll be quick."
Biting his bottom lip, at that moment Rocky looked so cute that my cock pinged to full mast. Tugging my pants down, I let it spring out and immediately the huge footballer's eyes were drawn down.
Rather than wait for him to get to his knees, the floor was filthy, and I wasn't an animal. I climbed the four steps to the back entrance of the grocery store and conveniently my cock was the perfect height for him.
