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Finally, it was the day of the test. When I woke up, I had a message from Hunter wanting to have one final load of cum before the test.
Unfortunately, I had slept in after my night with Callum and Demarcus, and there was only half an hour before the test. Though I briefly considered it, I doubted there would have been enough time for me to cum and just being close to that walking wet dream would mean me walking around with blue balls, and that definitely wasn't my idea of fun.
Messaging them all, good luck, I headed to my seminar. It wasn't due to finish until after the footballers were done and so I would have no idea how well they had all done.
After I got out, I sent a message to each of them, trying to find out if they had passed. I got no reply until late in the evening when I got a phone call from a drunk sounding Hunter.
Struggling to hear him over the noise in the background, it took loud shouting and several attempts for me to understand that all three of them had passed. The entire football team were now celebrating at the university nightclub, and Hunter wanted me to join them.
Loud music, expensive drinks and then having to deal with the 'cool kids' mocking me meant that I had only been to the nightclub once when I had first started college. It was as dire as I thought and I left after I had finished my $10 coke.
This time, I was hoping it would be different. I was actually invited for one thing and just seeing four men that I had fucked was never going to get old. Putting on dark clothing so that I didn't stand out, I walked over to the club.
Getting inside, I made my way down the sticky stairs and found myself on the main dancefloor. In the corner sat most of the football team with their girlfriends and cheerleaders. In the middle of the group were the unmistakable giant figures of Rocky and Hunter talking to each other. Trying to avoid bumping into anyone, I made my way across to them.
I noticed that the two of them were wearing identical outfits. Buttoned-down shirts with chinos that hugged their bulging legs and the popular, no sock and boater shoe combination.
"Hey, nerd!" Rocky boomed and grabbed me in a headlock to ruffle my hair.
Laughing as he pushed me away, Hunter came up and bear-hugged me. Behind him, Rocky was barely disguising his lust as he eyed up his teammates' ass.
"Hunter wanted to celebrate passing his test and buy you a drink, so you sit here and look after our jackets while we go get you one," ordered Rocky.
He shoved me into a large circular booth where a table, much like in a diner, took up much of the room. Edging around the table, I sat on the cushioned bench where I was surrounded by jackets, coats, and hoodies.
Ignored by everyone else, I waited for the two muscular men to come back. They took so long that by the time they returned, more clothing had been dumped on me so that I was barely visible. Obviously, people thought I was some sort of cloakroom attendant.
"Fucking hell nerd! You collecting coats or something?!" laughed Rocky as he dumped a glass full of liquid in front of me.
Eyeing it up, I initially thought it was just a coke, but there were no bubbles. Pulling it towards my nose, I sniffed at it and instantly gagged. It definitely wasn't coke.
"It's a man maker!" said Hunter happily.
Both he and Rocky had the same drink in their hands.
"It's every spirit they have, mixed with coke. If you down it and don't hurl, then you're a man!" Rocky grinned.
The two huge men looked at each other, then clinked glasses before downing their drinks in one. Deciding to risk it, I took a hesitant sip and immediately choked, making both guys laugh at me.
Leaning towards me, Hunter grabbed the glass and winked. Splitting half of it with Rocky, they saluted each other before finishing the drinks off. I sat there amazed that these two behemoths could drink something so vile without a second thought.
After that, the two players began to talk to each other about the game they had tomorrow. They were both so caught up in tactics that I wondered if they actually wanted me there anymore.
As nice as it was to see them both happy, I was starting to get ringing in my ears from the loud dance music. Deciding there were far better things I could be doing with my time, I moved the clothes around me and went to stand.
I was about to edge around the table when I heard Rocky say loudly, "it's on the floor."
Without replying, Hunter quickly scanned the area before dropping to all fours. The next thing I know, I had his hands on my pants, pulling them down and freeing my prick.
"Fuck!" I yelped, before slapping a hand over my mouth.
Luckily, the music was so loud that no one heard me except for Rocky, who just smirked.
Sighing loudly, when I felt Hunter's mouth surround my cock, I sunk back into the coats. After a whole day of abstinence, my balls were eager to be emptied. Being in a club surrounded by people I saw every day on campus while getting sucked off by a man everyone saw as a stud was a surefire way for me to explode.
With the coats covering my slim body, I doubt anyone could see me, but I still tried to keep quiet, not wanting to draw attention to what was happening below.
Yet Hunter had other ideas. It was almost as if he knew I was trying to be silent because he gave me the most energetic blowjob possible.
"Wow... ohh!" I gasped as the defensive tackle moved down to my heavy balls.
Alternating between sucking my cock, licking my groin and bathing my balls, he had me squirming in my seat and my eyes fluttering with pleasure.
His tongue was everywhere, first swirling around my shaft, then swallowing my sack before trying to push it between my ass cheeks. This slut was eager and willing to please.
Already my balls were tingling. Watching this jock go to town on my cock was too much, and I looked up in the hope that I could delay my climax, but it just made things worse.
In front of me was the dance floor. Hundreds of students were dancing together, some were grinding, while others were twerking, there were even some passionately kissing, but I doubt anyone else in the club was getting blown. It was fucking surreal, and I couldn't stop the guttural groan that came.
"What the?!" I gasped in disappointment as the footballer pulled off.
The warmth of Hunter's mouth was replaced with a sudden coolness. Glancing down, I saw the big defensive tackle grinning at me, his green eyes twinkling, while he massaged freezing cold lube around my shaft.
Deciding there was enough, he clumsily got to his feet beside me.
There was no room between his thick thighs and the table, but somehow he managed to maneuver himself so that he was in front of me. His vast frame blocked my sight of the dance floor and stopped anyone from seeing what was going to happen next.
I watched as he tried to tug his chinos down. They were so tight that he had to shuffle and gyrate, inadvertently giving me a sexy dance as his ass wiggled in my face.
