Mac is the quarterback for the school's football team. Or was I guess. We have just graduated. I was also on the football team, a linebacker. I've never liked Mac. He is popular, nice, and charming. Almost the opposite of me.
People respect or fear me. I'm a big, strong guy. Built like an ox my dad would say. But I am not nice, or charming. People think of me as a bully, and I don't mind that. I don't care about those people. I have my friends, they get me, everyone else can get fucked.
I'm not handsome like Mac. He could have any girl he wanted. I am gay, openly, but know that guys are more interested in my dominance than my looks. I am very dominant in the bedroom, pushy, rough. I like to get what I want, how I want it.
I am tall, over six and a half feet tall. My body is a mess of curly brown hair, covering a thick and strong chest. I am built more like a powerlifter than a field athlete. Mac is 18, but I am 19, having been held back a grade due to poor attendance and performance in my early years.
I never had much of a problem with Mac. We left each other alone. But as graduation loomed, so did the first major issue between us. We both got accepted into the same college. Him on a full football scholarship, me not so much. I would have to pay my own way.
It was a kick in the teeth. Sure he was good, but so was I. Why did he deserve this when I didn't? I would think about it most nights, my anger at him growing. Knowing we would have to be spending our college years in the same town, potentially in the same team.
In my mind, I formed a plan. It started innocuously. A fantasy. What I would do to Mac. To teach him a lesson in humility. This fantasy developed into something more concrete. Something I could act on.
I could barely believe what I was doing when I forged the letters. Inviting Mac and me to a month-long football training camp prior to our arrival at the college. It was believable, both of us were accomplished athletes. I even reached out and offered to drive us both to it, saving on travel costs.
He agreed. Unwittingly snaring himself in my trap. It is now the day before this supposed camp is meant to start. A day before we are both meant to be away for a month. One thing is for sure, Mac and I will become very close over the next month, even if football isn't involved.
I pull up to his place and beep the horn. Mac emerges, blond hair almost glowing in the sunlight. He jogs over, a tight T-shirt clinging to his muscular chest, loose shorts swinging with each step.
He jumps into my car, it's an old rusty hand-me-down from my dad. The atmosphere inside is fairly awkward as he tries to make small talk, I don't make it easy for him. Before we set off I tell him I need to grab something from mine. He doesn't object.
Pulling up at mine, I invite him in, telling him that it will be a while. He agrees reluctantly following me up the weed-stricken path to my home. I live with my dad, although he is never in, having to travel often for work. He is not here now.
We make our way to my room. It is messy, with dirty clothes scattered across the floor. I see him wrinkle his nose at the smell of it. I guess there must be a waft of musk and sweat. I spend most of my time here.
A double bed stands against the far wall, a couch in the center facing a tv. There is a desk, wardrobe, and set of drawers. Not much really. A second door leads to my ensuite bathroom.
I tell him to wait there as I grab some things from the bathroom. I exit, quickly stripping off my clothes, until I stand in just my boxers. Taking a moment to examine myself in the mirror, I admire how strong I look. This is going to be fun.
He's still trying to make small talk as I reenter the room. I can see he isn't quite paying attention, not immediately clocking that I have stripped down to just my boxers. After a moment or two, he glances my way, doing a double-take as he catches my bare, hairy chest and beefy thighs.
I smirk as I see he can't help but glance down at my covered crotch, the bulge of my considerable penis clearly visible, already hardening at the thought of what I am about to do. Mac quickly averts his eyes, turning away so as not to see my nakedness.
"You getting changed or something?" he asks, back still turned to me.
"Something like that," is my reply as I stalk up behind him, grabbing the jock by his collar and yanking him roughly backward onto my bed.
He yelps in confusion, his body splayed across the covers. I advance on him, throwing my body over his as he scrambles to get back up. Before he has a chance to adapt, I have him in an armlock, his chest pressed against the mattress as I grind my crotch against his ass.
"What the fuck! Get off me!" he cries out, writhing in my grip.
With unexpected strength, he bucks upwards, throwing me off balance and losing my grip on his arm. Scrambling to his feet, he tries to scurry to the door, but I am on him like lightning, wrapping my arms around his chest and heaving him back to the bed.
The next few minutes are a mad struggle as Mac fights me with every ounce of his being. He puts up a good fight, our bodies entwining on the bed as each person takes turns gaining the upper hand.
Ultimately, my strength wins out. I can feel Mac's struggle lessening, his breathing heavy and labored as exhaustion starts to take hold. He is wearing down. I feel no such fatigue, maneuvering him into a chokehold, holding him there until I feel the fight leaving his body.
Releasing him, I rise to my feet, grinning down at my conquered opponent. He lies still, chest heaving as he sucks in ragged breaths. I take a moment to savor his defeat, enjoying the fear in Mac's eyes.
The exhausted jock starts to turn, making one last feeble attempt to drag himself away. I pin him down with one foot, pushing him flat on his back. My cock strains in my underwear as I maneuver over his face, planting my legs on either side of his head as I kneel over him.
He cries in distress as he realizes my intention. The fabric of my underwear is wet with sweat, a by-product of our recent struggle, as it presses down over Mac's nose. Mac's cries are cut off, his face fully enveloped by my plump rump. Gyrating my hips slightly, I find a comfortable position, completely cutting off Mac's air supply with my ass.
Trying to fight back against this humiliation, Mac swings his arms at me. I catch them easily, pinning them below my knees with ease. He is completely helpless now, with nothing to do but pathetically flail his legs against the bed.
