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Leaving the library, I headed back to my room. After that intense fuck session, I was exhausted. With a big grin on my face, I had a warm shower and then fell into bed.
The next day, I was up early. Going to my lectures, I also had a session with each of the guys throughout the day. This time we kept our clothes on and just studied. Obviously, I wanted to jump them, but I also wanted them to pass and there was the tricky issue of having to share the study rooms with other students.
Meeting up with Colin and our D&D group, we went to the diner where we had the Monday night burger deal. With a couple of drinks inside me, I trekked back to campus with my dizzy head swirling with images of my dumb jocks.
Reaching my dorm, I decided that I needed some water and fresh air if I wanted to avoid a headache in the morning. Grabbing a big bottle, I filled it up and then left for the football stadium, knowing the stands would be empty while the band rehearsed.
It was close to ten at night and it was pitch black, apart from one floodlight illuminating the pitch. No one took any notice as I climbed up the bleachers. Drinking my water, I watched the band practice their pre-game routines. The way they moved across the field while playing their instruments lulled me into a tipsy stupor.
Swaying with the music, I was starting to fall asleep, completely oblivious to the person coming up the bleachers to sit behind me until they tapped on my shoulder. Jerking awake, my heart skipped a beat as I turned around to look into the familiar bright, blue eyes of Rocky.
"Hey, nerd."
"Hey Rocky, how's things?"
He didn't reply, and after a couple more moments of silence, I turned back to the field where the band was finishing up.
"Heard you met with the others today?" Rocky eventually said.
"Yeah... yeah, they're doing well. I reckon they'll pass the test... probably not as easily as you though," I replied, throwing in the last part to compliment the competitive footballer.
"Well, we did have more sessions together, didn't we?"
"True, I was very hands on with you..." I grinned, and Rocky paused before grinning back.
"Nerd... um, I've been thinking that we should talk."
Rather than speaking, I waited for him to continue. There was something he wanted to say, but he clearly didn't know how to put the words together, and not wanting to interrupt his thought process, I stayed silent.
"After the game on Saturday, I was with a cheerleader... she's hot as fuck but... but I didn't feel anything. I mean, we still banged but..." he stopped, and shook his head, "what's happening to me?"
"Well, it's not really simple. Like, okay, when you were in the changing rooms, seeing all the other guys naked, how do you feel?"
"The same as always. They're my bros. We drink together, we play together, we fight for each other, you know? And... and then it was just me and Hunter in the showers and I wondered..." he paused.
The band had finished their session, and still Rocky hadn't continued, so I spoke up.
"And when you saw some hot cheerleaders? Did you wonder what they would look like naked riding your cock?"
He looked at me with those piercing blue eyes and shook his head.
"Do you get turned on by thinking about cock? Like, how it would feel inside you? Stretching your tight ass... does your asshole tingle at the thought?"
I saw him bite his lower lip and shift in his seat.
"Sometimes..." he began, before matching my gaze.
"I saw you watching me during the game and all I could think about was how I felt in that locker room. How good it felt being fucked. You just dominating me! And then I thought about that orgy. Seeing my bros naked and getting fucked, sucking me off... and I had to jerk off twice just thinking about it."
Leaning over, I grabbed his crotch and squeezed down, making him groan. Shuffling up two benches so that I was on a bench higher than him. The height difference meant we were at eye level.
"It's okay to be turned on by guys and girls, Rocky. It just means you get to enjoy the best of both worlds, you know. One night you can be fucking some bitch and then the next you're getting fucked... like a bitch!"
As I spoke, I got closer and closer to his lips. Only millimeters away, I whispered the last part before kissing him.
He hesitated slightly and then kissed me back.
My fingers ran through his thick blonde hair, almost stroking him as he groaned in my mouth.
Where it would usually be me doing the instigating, Rocky made the first move and got between my legs. I watch his hands drop to my jeans and yank them loose. Lifting my hips, he pulled them down along with my boxers, freeing my hard cock.
Looking up at me, Rocky smirked and the confidence that he usually had on the football field was there in his eyes. He knew what he was about to do, and he was going to enjoy it.
Dropping his head, he let me see his long tongue stretch out before he pressed it against the base of my cock, and slowly dragged it up to the tip.
"Ohhh my god!" I stuttered, and Rocky did it again.
Licking along my shaft. He soon had it covered in slick saliva. I was seconds away from grabbing his head and forcing him to take my prick when he finally took it in his mouth.
Bobbing up and down, I had to drop my hands to the bench and grip it to stop me from face fucking him.
This needed to be all Rocky. He had to do this rather than have me take charge. Besides, it was fucking hot seeing him get more and more into blowing me.
Moving further down my rod, his tongue kept on swirling around. Stopping with most of my dick engulfed inside, he began to suck hard, his cheeks hollowing as if he was trying to draw the cum from my balls.
"Goddam!" I moaned.
This slut was going to make me cum far too soon for my liking if he kept this up.
Fortunately for me, Rocky stopped. Pulling off, he grinned mischievously.
Seeing drool dripping from his lips, my cock twitched and accidentally slapped him on his cheek.
With my sight hazy from pleasure, I didn't notice that he had been busy trying to undo his jeans until he stood up to kick them off, leaving him in just his varsity jacket, white shirt and timberlands.
Slipping something out of his jacket pocket, I blinked, clearing my vision to see that he was holding a bottle of lube.
"Looks like someone is horny!" I grinned.
"All I've been thinking about is how your cock feels inside me. Smashing against that spot deep in my ass. How it makes me feel so fucking full! I'm hard just thinking about it... fuck me, nerd! I need it!"
While he was speaking, he poured half the bottle of gel onto my cock. I groaned as his hand smeared it all over my length.
Ripping the lube away from him, I poured the rest of it into my palm. Giving his cock a tug with my spare hand, he gasped and fell forward.
Gripping the bench on either side of me, his bent position caused his ass cheeks to split. It was an open invitation to explore.
Wrapping my hand around his hip, I moved two fingers south. His smooth skin tingled under my touch and he tried to lift up, eager for me to find his hole.
"Ohhh, yesss!" he moaned when I found my target.
