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Months passed by and my two weeks of fun with the jocks of the Midwest Southeastern Football team seemed like a lifetime away. Since my night after the exam with Rocky and Hunter, everything had reverted to normal. I was ignored by the footballers and my attempts to talk to them face-to-face was met with indifference.
Though I was disappointed, I also knew that this was bound to happen. I had had two weeks of living a fantasy and I had taken every chance I had to fuck the four magnificent, muscled asses, but now they didn't require my 'clever' spunk they didn't have an excuse to submit to me anymore.
Seeing them around campus was agony. My balls clenched and my dick twitched in anticipation, yet they ignored me, and I realized that they were trying to act like nothing had happened. Seeing Demarcus and Callum surrounded by cheerleaders, laughing and flirting was painful.
The only thing that was different was that Hunter and Rocky were inseparable. Every time I saw one of them, the other was close by. Though they didn't hold hands or show obvious affection, the longing, needy looks and the casual brushes of hands were enough to tell me that there was something there between them.
Unfortunately, I had to put it all behind me. After all, I still had a degree to get. So, putting myself back into studying and reconnecting with my friends, the time passed towards the end of the school year.
It was sixteen days until finals when things changed for the better. I was sitting in my room trying to force myself to revise and avoid playing my PlayStation when the door burst open and Rocky barged in.
"Nerd! What am I going to do?"
"Er..."
"After the exams, nerd?!" Rocky said as if that would make it all clearer.
Seeing my confused expression, he huffed, "my dad thinks I'm going to ace them all and if I fail, he'll kill me and I'm definitely going to fail! Fuck!"
"Um..." was the only response I could make to that statement.
This was the first time I had been alone or even talked to Rocky since the night when he, Hunter, and I shared a night of glorious fucking.
Dragging my thoughts back to the present, I vaguely remembered Rocky telling me that his dad expected a lot from him. He mentioned that he was the first person in his family to have been accepted into college, and clearly that had convinced his dad that he was intelligent.
"Why did you tell your dad that you'll pass them?" I finally asked.
"I just figured that he would never find out, you know. The coach used to help me pass my tests each year, but now I'm leaving I've been told I have to sit the exams myself," he stopped, then sighed, "and you know how badly that went last time!"
"It can't be that bad... What are you studying?"
"Sports science. I told him I was doing well and now he's expecting me to be a doctor or some shit."
"A doctor?!" I replied with a snort before seeing Rocky's serious-looking face, "wait a second. Why would he think that you'd be a doctor?"
"Cause that's what sports science is, nerd!" he scoffed, "I thought you were meant to be the smart one!"
"Really! Really?! You thought that sports science means you become a doctor? I can't believe you or your dad thought that. Look Rocky, sports science is a pile of shit. You can't do anything with it. Hold on, let me Google it."
Turning to my laptop, Rocky hovered behind me as we both looked at the jobs that came with sports science.
"See, fuck all. I mean, you can be a nutritionist specializing in protein supplements... actually, that does sound like a good idea right now." I said, pulling down my trousers and letting my cock spring out.
"Fucking hell, nerd! Is that all you think about?"
"Er, yeah!" I replied and got a punch on my arm, numbing it instantly.
My pants were around my ankles and despite the dull pain, my cock was rock hard. All I could think about was fucking his tight ass again and so I knew that I needed to come up with a plan.
"Look, Rocky, how about I come up with an idea and then we can speak to your dad about it? I might be able to get you out of your hole..." I said before muttering, "and maybe I can back into your hole."
"Good, I knew I could count on you, nerd. I'm calling him tonight, so be quick!" he said while walking to the door.
"Hey, what about my cock?!" I shouted as he left my room.
"I just can't get a well-trained slut anymore," I grumbled before turning to look at my computer.
I spent a grand total of ten minutes thinking about his problem before giving up. I just couldn't believe that his dad would think that Rocky was doctor material. I mean, he raised the kid. Surely he knew how dense he was.
Which got me wondering. Just how dumb was his dad? And did he look like an older version of Rocky? My cock hardened over the thought, and I was about to stroke it when I suddenly had a brainwave. I had sorted out Rocky's problem and hopefully, that meant a nice, tight reward for my troubles.
Ignoring my erection, I grabbed my phone and sent a message to the linebacker.
Later that night, I had a knock on the door. Opening it, I was greeted to the sight of Rocky and Hunter. Both of them were wearing the football team joggers and hoodies.
Briefly, I pondered on why Hunter was there, though it was pushed from my mind when the two huge men pushed past me into my room.
"Nerd, what have you got for me?" Rocky asked, getting straight to the point.
"Good to see you too!" I sarcastically replied, "it took me ages but I've finally managed to come up with something really good."
I paused, waiting for the shower of thanks from the footballer. Instead, I got nothing, until, with a sigh of frustration, Rocky growled, "get on with it nerd, I've got to speak to my dad in ten minutes."
This was the moment I had been waiting for. He needed something from me, and I knew exactly what I wanted in return.
"Okay, Rocky, I'll tell you, but first I'm gonna need some relief. I put a lot of effort into thinking about your future and it got me super stressed."
"Come on nerd. We haven't got time for this!" grumbled Rocky.
"But I thought you needed my help? I mean, if you don't need it anymore, then you can just leave."
"Seriously nerd?! You don't think I won't beat the crap out of you?"
I gulped at that. Dropping my eyes, they landed on the jut of his ass. Immediately my dick twitched and my mind was made up. This could be the last time I ever got any jock action. I needed this.
"Still won't get you what you want," I shrugged before using a bit of flattery. "I mean, come on, everything about you is fucking incredible. You can't blame me for wanting some!"
With a look at Hunter, who shrugged his shoulders, Rocky turned to me and grunted, "fine, but you had better be quick."
"That depends on you, doesn't it?!" I said confidently. "Take a seat and pop open those pretty lips for me."
It was a gamble saying that, but I was confident that Rocky would respond to the dominant approach, just as he had done earlier in the year.
There was a pause. I could hear my heart beating and then Hunter, fed up with waiting, sat on the bed, his mouth open in a perfect oval ready for my cock. Seeing what his friend did, Rocky huffed, yet he also followed suit, though he barely parted his lips.
Pulling down my trousers, my prick sprung free. Moving towards them, I was drawn to Rocky despite knowing how willing Hunter was. He was my first conquered jock. It just felt right.
"I've been waiting for this for months..." I muttered as I aimed my shaft at his pink lips.
Fighting the temptation to drive forward, I waited for several agonising seconds before Rocky opened wider and swallowed my head.
"Fuck that's good!" I groaned as the linebacker instinctively swirled his tongue around my prick.
Unwilling to be left out, Hunter's hand reached across and cupped my balls, massaging them as his friend took more of my dick.
Running my fingers through Rocky's thick blonde hair, I let him set the pace, wanting him to regain that feeling of submitting to my cock.
His tongue didn't stop moving, licking my undershaft before sticking it out to tickle the base.
It was clear he hadn't lost any of the skills he had learned, and I quickly realized my mistake in not cumming earlier, because I was already on the edge.
"Damn, that's fucking good!" I grunted.
Taking a firmer grip of his hair, I took control. Pushing deeper inside while picking up speed. Soon his blue eyes began to water and his mouth became slack as he let me face fuck him.
Hunter had stopped holding my balls, letting them swing and slap Rocky's chin. The noise competed with the sound of the linebacker gagging around my thickness.
"Let's see if you remember how to deepthroat!" I grinned while sliding my cock inside Rocky's mouth until I came to his throat.
Holding myself there, I looked down to see them both staring at me, waiting for what I was going to do next.
I felt Rocky splutter and then relax. Taking the opportunity, I drove in hard and invaded his throat.
"Yes... sweet fucking christ, that's amazing!" I growled while Rocky choked, the added vibrations feeling magical around my shaft.
Pulling out, I groaned as the cool air hit my twitching cock.
"You okay, Rock?" Hunter asked as his friend coughed next to him.
Before Rocky could answer, I gripped my shaft and ran it along Hunter's pink lips. Unable to help himself, he ignored his teammate, turned his head and eagerly took me in.
"Such an obedient slut!" I hissed as I quickly began to thrust in and out.
Like his teammate, Hunter was a natural cocksucker, though it was clear that he had much more experience with deepthroating.
Moments after invading his mouth, he gripped my ass cheeks and pulled me closer, forcing himself to take all of my length.
He had relaxed his throat and easily allowed me to go balls deep. Unlike Rocky, he didn't even seem to struggle. In fact, he moaned lustfully, causing his tight ring to grip and flex around my head.
"Fucking hell, that's some serious talent," I stammered.
I was in absolute bliss, yet I wanted to delay my climax. Closing my eyes, not trusting myself to explode if I continued to look at this muscular jock blowing me, I tried to ignore my throbbing balls.
