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Waking up as the car slowed to a stop, I opened my eyes to see Demarcus running over a road to a fast food store. Seeing that ass jiggle with each step, my prick stirred. I was going to be enjoying that sight a hell of a lot next year, I thought happily.
"You awake, nerd?" asked Rocky.
"Yeah," I rasped in reply.
"Good, we're going to grab some food further downtown then head back to the highway."
The car moved away. With a yawn, I blinked the sleep out of my eyes and saw something on my lap.
Reaching for it, I lifted up the soft garment to see that it was Demarcus's panties.
"Damn, that jock is kinky!" I smirked as my mind went to thinking about him freeballing with his friends.
After some food, we were back on the road and traveling fast. Settling back down to my Kindle and music, the time passed quickly, especially now my nuts were empty.
It was late in the afternoon when we got to Rocky's hometown. Smaller than our uni town, I could see why the footballer was proud that he had left. There were numerous farms on the outskirt and about twenty shops in the actual town. Not a place that anyone would be queuing up to move to.
Hearing people call out to Rocky we slowly made our way through as he responded, joking and catching up with his old friends. Once again, I felt invisible. No one talked to me or even acknowledged my existence. I was a nobody compared to the great Rocky Edwards.
Finally, we got to a house on the outskirts of the town. Pulling into the drive, the two footballers jumped out and left me in the back while they made their way up to the door.
Knocking on it, there was no answer.
"Must be at work," grumbled Rocky.
Fishing inside his bag, he pulled out a set of keys and let himself in. Grabbing my own bag, I followed them inside. Stairs ran up the left-hand side and to the right were two rooms, a living room and a kitchen. It was small, and I was already dreading that I had to stay two nights.
After a quick look around downstairs to check no one was home, Rocky led the way up to the first floor followed by Hunter then me.
"Dad sleeps in there. We'll have my old room and you can have the box room."
"Cheers," I said sarcastically, "you really know how to make a guest feel welcome!"
Turning to look at me, Rocky sighed, "look, nerd, you do this for us and we'll make sure that you're well rewarded!"
"Rewarded with your..." I asked while trying not to leer at their asses, which was tricky as at that precise moment Hunter had decided to do some leg stretches.
"Just do your job well and you'll find out!" finished Rocky, then turning to see what his boyfriend was doing, he shook his head in disbelief before spanking that muscular ass.
Splitting up, we headed to our bedrooms to get them ready for the night. By the time I had finished making the bed, the other two were downstairs and drinking scotch. Joining them, we went over what we would say to Rocky's dad once again.
After two rehearsals and three more drinks, it was close to eight and there was still no sign of the man we had come to see.
"Fuck this," cursed Rocky, "let's get something to eat and we'll see him tomorrow."
Really, I should have known that getting something to eat meant we would meet with Rocky's old high school buddies and a night of heavy drinking would ensue, but I didn't and soon I was six drinks in and the ribs I had eaten earlier were swimming in alcohol.
Luckily, early on in the night Hunter told them all that I had helped the two of them pass a test, and I was welcomed into the drinking circle. Though I didn't say much, I wasn't picked on and ever so often Hunter's giant hand would drop to squeeze my cock.
An hour passed into five and I was completely out of it. When I could open my eyes my vision was blurry and I quickly fell into a semi-conscious sleep.
The next thing I knew, I was being force-fed water and then dropped into a freezing shower. The cold woke me up temporarily and I saw Hunter smirking at me.
"You really can't hold your drink, can you nerd!" He laughed.
Feeling a bit more refreshed, I finished two more glasses of water and then went to sleep. The bed wasn't comfortable but in my state, I didn't care.
My head was pounding when I finally woke up. Fumbling for my water bottle, I drained it and then went back to sleep for another hour before I was busting for a piss. Stumbling out of bed, I rushed to the bathroom. Filling up my bottle on the way back to bed, I slept again having some wonderfully vivid dreams of footballers and their asses.
The next time I woke I felt a lot better. Dropping my hand to my crotch I gave my morning wood a lazy tug when I suddenly remembered the promise that Rocky made yesterday. Wanting to reward them with a big load, I resisted the temptation to carry on.
Picking up my phone I saw a message from Hunter. The two of them had gone for a morning run because apparently, alcohol did not affect them.
Rolling out of bed, I went back to the bathroom and got into the shower. Ten minutes later I was back in my room and getting changed when I got another two messages from Hunter saying that they had met up with some of Rocky's old friends and were in the diner. A final picture message was just of two glasses of whiskey.
Deciding that they wouldn't want me there, I sat on the bed for another half an hour until I got bored and went to explore the town. Getting a map up on my phone, I popped a chewing gum, opened the bedroom door and was ready to follow the directions.
Coming down the stairs I stopped at the bottom step to see a burly man, in a plaid shirt and jeans standing at the front door. He looked like he had stepped off a western film. Rugged and handsome. My legs trembled a bit just looking into his baby-blue eyes.
"Rex, Rocky's dad," the giant of a man grunted while holding out his huge hand, waiting for me to shake it, "he told me that you're the accountant for his firm."
I didn't move. I was unable to as I stared at the muscled middle-aged man in front of me. He was an older version of Rocky. Thick blonde hair was combed to the side allowing his deep blue eyes to size me up with unhidden scorn. It was clear that he worked out as his chest, shoulders and arms were huge and even though I was standing on a seven-inch step he still towered over me.
Swallowing hard, I shakily lifted my hand. Seeing it, Rex gripped it inside his bear-like palm and shook it.
"So you gonna tell me that my son is going to be rich and hasn't fucked up his life by dropping out of college?!" barked Rex, his hand still squashing mine.
"Um..."
"You weren't the one who told him to drop out now, were you?!"
"Um..."
"Well fucking speak, boy!"
He dropped my hand and instantly it throbbed. It took a lot for me not to cradle it and whimper but I managed.
"How about you tell me your name? That's simple enough, isn't it?!"
"Er... yes... it's..." I mumbled trying to think of a fake name so this hulk of a man didn't try and stalk me later.
