Straight A's E7 | The jock I'm tutoring is pissed at me

Everyone is over the age of 18

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Summary: The tutoring sessions aren't working, so Troy starts trading his other skills for Joseph to do this assignments. However, Joseph saw an opportunity when Troy had a last minute academic emergency and took control of the narrative. Needless to say, Troy isn't impressed.

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I got Troy’s assignment done as soon as he left my place. The taste of his nut lingering in the back of my throat was both distracting and extremely motivating. He didn’t just cum in my mouth. He fucking exploded. I felt his dick pulse at high speed in my mouth as he pumped shot after shot after shot into me. I even sat in my own soiled underwear while I typed away the computer. It made me feel so fucking dirty.

I might be a loser, but this is the best thing that’s ever happened to me. 

The next day, when I saw him on the campus, I ran up to tell him that I submitted his assignment in time. He looked great in a blue plaid shirt and honestly I was proud of the work I pulled off for him before midnight. It was just the perfect amount of good and not too perfect to arouse suspicion. 

“Yeah, I got the email.” Troy barely looked at me before walking away with his friends. I figured it was because he was busy, but I started to wonder if I took it too far the night before. Maybe he really didn’t want to cum in my mouth… I might’ve ruined a hook up for him afterwards. He became a speck in the crowd of university students as I kept watching him walk away. 

He didn’t show up to the tutoring session either. Or the one two days after that. After that and having my messages being left on read a couple times, I put two and two together. It’s not rocket science, he’s just pissed at me. 

I thought about apologizing over text, but given that he already ignored me so many times, I figured I’d have to catch him in person. Last Wednesday, he had basketball practice right after tutoring and I thought it was probably a good bet that it’s a weekly thing. 

Even if we aren’t going to be friends, I’m not about to let a good thing go. I’ll find a way to write his exams for him if it means I can keep blowing him. I’ll make it happen whatever the conditions.

I found the gym building and walked around until I heard the thumping of basketballs and squeaking of shoes on the floor. Peering inside, I catch Troy successfully doing a layup and then jogging to the end of the line. He catches my eye immediately and the look on his face confirms it. 

He’s pissed. Like, really pissed. 

His death stare made me feel unwelcomed to sit on the bleachers like some girls were doing, so I stood in the hallway, peering in once in a while to see Troy in action. He really is built like a typical stud, and the back of his neck glistening with a sheen of sweat made me swoon from a distance. 

Eventually, the coach let them go and I pressed my back against the wall as he and a bunch of other tall sweaty guys walked past me, completely ignoring the fact that I exist. Troy was the last to come out, and I peeled myself off the wall to talk to him.

“Oh, what the fuck man?” Troy says in an exasperated tone. “Get out of my way.”

“I just wanted to …” I stammered. He runs his finger through his sweaty hair and raises his eyebrows at me. “Like…uh…”

“You coming Troy?” Another guy calls out from behind me. I can’t even feel my legs. I think they might give out on me or I might piss myself soon. 

“I’ll catch up.” Then, Troy pulls me roughly inside the smelly gym and closes the door with a clang. 

CLANG!

“What do you want?” Troy throws me a basketball and I catch it just in time. He motions for me to throw it back.

“I just wanted to say sorry about the last time.” I toss the ball lightly back at him.

“What about it?”

Oof. Troy whips the ball back at my chest and it knocks me back a step. He motions for me to throw it back to him again. I toss it back to him, and a second later, the ball slams into my chest again.

“What is it that you think you need to apologize for?” Troy advances on me slowly, signalling for the ball. I toss it back to him reluctantly, this time holding out my hands in preparation. The force of him throwing it back hurts my hands but it was better than catching it with my ribs.

“For,” I toss it back to him, “making you do something you didn’t want to.”

Oof! The ball knocks the wind out of me from how hard he’s throwing it at me. I backed up and hit the wall. Troy gets closer to me and holds his hands out. He’s intimidating with his arms out like that and his unwavering glare. 

“I think we need to revisit our little deal here.” Troy takes the ball from my hands. I nod meekly, staring into his brown eyes. I’m terrified but so fucking turned on at the same time. He’s so sweaty and up close, his stench overpowers the gym’s smell. “You hear me?”

“Yes,” I say with a dry throat. He glares at me for another moment and then dribbles the ball beside us. 

Boing…Boing…Boing…

He moves closer to me and I hold my breath, afraid of what he might be unhappy with. Troy raises his eyebrows. 

Boing…Boing…Boing…

“Are you fucking stupid or something?” Troy’s breath blows on my face. I understand then, and get on my knees. 

“Ow!”  I blink hard at the basketball rebounding off the top of my head. 

“Shut up loser.”

I wince at the next bounce but suppress myself and pull down his basketball shorts. 

Oh Jesus Mother of God…He’s hard…

I wish I could’ve taken a moment to take his glorious smelly cock in, but he tilted his cock downwards and I knew my role. I opened my mouth and gagged as his sweaty cock slid into the back of my throat.

“GuHHhHHhHhh!”

“I said shut up!” 

I wince at the ball bouncing off my head again. I relax my jaw and breathe in his stinky pubes as he face fucks me. Obviously, he has no intention of being gentle.  

“Oh yeahh….” The low groan from Troy drove me wild. I reach out to cup his balls and is punished again by the ball bouncing off my head hard. “No hands,  you beta!!!”

“You”

“Fucking”

“Take”

“This”

“Cock”

“Like”

“You”

“Want”

“To!”

“MMMmmmm…” I drool on my chin, trying to use my tongue to help pleasure him. 

“Yeah, you like that? You fucking stupid…worthless…”

“GuuuHHHHHHH!!!”

“Pathetic…loser…take my fucking load …fuck…fuckk….FUCK!!”

“GuHh!! GuhH!!” His bitter liquid squirting in my mouth makes me sputter.

“Take it you beta loser! Take it!” Troy’s voice is full of passion. “Oh yeah you fucking…oh FUCK!”

Thud!

The sound of my head impacting the gym wall echos as Troy thrusts himself all the way in, forcing me to breath through his sweaty pubes. 

“Oh ….oh … oh…” Troy’s voice quivers. 

I gasp as he pulls out and wipe the mess up my chin. I look up at Troy who has his eyes closed and watch him rub his cock like he’s getting the last bit of his nut out. Then, he pulls up his shorts and picks up the ball. 

“We have an understanding?” Troy glares down at me. 

“Yes.” I nod.

“Good. Put this back in the storage,” Troy says while picking up the ball. Instead of throwing it to me, he tosses it behind him. With a clang of the heavy door, he was gone. 

There I was, left with a raging boner and stomach full of cum.