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Wednesday morning came, and I was eager to fuck another of my dumb jocks. Unfortunately, the same couldn't be said for them.
I sent Demarcus and Callum some test papers so I could deliberately low score them, giving me a reason to take their asses. However, I was cock blocked.
All four of the men were preparing for the annual touch football game between the seniors and the freshers. While it was meant to be a bit of fun, it was taken seriously by the guys. Both men refused to meet, correctly thinking that I would find an excuse to get in their pants, though as a compromise they took the papers.
Turning to Hunter, I was again blocked. Apparently, there was a big house party after the game that was mandatory for all players to attend and he had no time to spare for my lonely cock.
Let down, I went to my lectures, and I caught up on some work that I had put off while enjoying my jocks' tight asses.
On my way to a seminar, I ended up walking past the practice field and saw the team warming up. Stopping to watch, I noticed Hunter and Rocky were chatting, and then I spotted Demarcus.
The big assed Latino was in a prone position ready to sprint. His tight white leggings were stretched to the max and then he launched forward. My cock lurched as his vast cheeks wobbled with each step. I needed him again.
Picking up the papers from Coach, I marked them, then sent Demarcus and Callum news that they had failed. I attached their answer sheets showing them where they had gone wrong just to let them know it wasn't me making shit up.
While I waited to see if either man decide that getting smarter was more important than a party, I met up with Colin to continue watching the Terminator films. We had got past the two good ones and were on Rise of the Machines.
Lounging in his room and three beers down, my desires were answered when I got a call from Demarcus. Apologizing to Colin, I got up, giddy with excitement, and took the call.
"Hey man, I need some help," Demarcus blurted out, and before I could reply, he continued, "I only got eight questions right on that test and guessed those ones!"
I mean, I could have told him why he was struggling, but my cock was doing all the thinking for me at this point.
"Look, I really need you to help me go over the paper. I need to pass this shit! Can you do a session with me tomorrow?"
Sighing down the phone, I put on an apologetic voice, "no can do, Demarcus, I've got to do a presentation by Friday, so I can't leave my room tomorrow."
While it was true that I had a presentation, it was due next month. I just wanted to get my rocks off now. My balls were full and my cock was already straining to be inside his magical ass.
"Please, man, I need to pass this test. My mom will kill me if I get kicked out!" he begged.
"Okay, well, where are you now? I can give you a load tonight, then we can meet up tomorrow to see where you're tripping up," I said.
"Aw man, I can't do that. I'm busy, you know, it's Jonas's house party tonight."
Jonas was the quarterback for the team. His parents lived locally in a mansion and everyone knew the parties there were wild. Obviously, I had never been invited.
"Hey, I gave you my offer. Either take it or leave it!" I answered shortly.
I had gone for the kill. Who didn't want to fuck a hottie at a house party? As a nerd, I had never had the chance, until now, and I wasn't going to let it pass me by.
"Fine," he huffed, clearly not pleased that his night was going to be interrupted, "meet me by the side entrance to his garden in half an hour."
Though I knew Jonas lived in Lakeridge, the posh area of the town, I had no idea what his house looked like or if the side entrance was easy to find. So, making up some bullshit excuse to Colin, I left and hurried over.
When I got there, it was pretty easy to see where the quarterback lived. Outside one house there were about fifteen cars parked in the drive and sidewalk.
It was by far the biggest house in the area and, briefly, I was dumbstruck at how large it was. Judging from the size, there must have been over a dozen bedrooms inside.
Edging closer to the mansion, I kept an eye out for anyone walking around but saw nothing. When I got to the driveway, I spotted the side passage to the left. Creeping up to it, I waited by the door for Demarcus.
Checking my watch, I was still a couple of minutes early and I let my mind drift to the last time I was with the Latino running back and his bubble butt. My dreaming was cut short by the door opening and Demarcus peering around it.
"Get in then," he hissed impatiently.
Shuffling into the side passage, I was greeted by Demarcus' cherub face. He was so cute that it took me a moment to realize that he was wearing a French maid's outfit.
My jaw dropped.
The top clung tightly to his pecs and was cut off, showing his toned tummy, but it was the frilly mini skirt that had me drooling. It was only a couple of inches long and with him standing sideways to me, I could see that it barely covered his ass, leaving his round cheeks teasingly peeking out.
Beneath that, he was wearing fishnet stockings, and to top off the climax-inducing sight, was a pair of high heels.
"Fuc... Wow! I mean... why?" I stuttered.
"I have to wear it." He replied tensely, huffing before he continued, "it's maid's night so all first-years have to dress up like a maid. Look in there, you can see Hunter is too."
He pulled me to the window and pointed inside. I followed his finger to see Hunter in an overly large maid's uniform serving seniors some beer.
Even on his huge body, it was too big, and he had stapled it together. The outfit definitely suited Demarcus's body better.
"See what I mean? Now, we can't do anything out here. This is where people come to be sick," Demarcus said, pulling my attention away from the abundance of muscly footballers in maid outfits.
"But we can do it in Jonas' parent's room. Technically, no one is allowed in there, but you can get to it up a drainpipe," explained the running back.
"Drainpipe?!" I exclaimed.
"Yeah. Look, I'll go up first and lift you up. Don't worry," he scoffed at my nervousness.
Leading me to the back of the house, I spotted a large balcony about ten feet above me. There was a drainpipe next to it with several connecting pipes where someone who was athletic could use them as footholds.
Nimbly, Demarcus started to climb.
Moving to the bottom of the drainpipe, wanting to see how he did it, I looked up and immediately lost my breath.
Above me, two gloriously round caramel colored cheeks framed by a black skirt were shaking wildly as the running back scrambled up.
His toned leg muscles flexed inside the stockings and I could see that they were clipped to a garter belt, though it didn't look like he was wearing any underwear. Not that I was complaining.
Soon, he managed to hop onto the balcony and the show was over. I waited while he looked around for something until, finally, he told me to stand back.
Moments later, a rope ladder came down, nearly hitting me in the face. It must have been a health and safety thing or a way to get your cheating partners out of the bedroom quickly. Either way, it was damn lucky for me, I thought.
