Straight A's E3 | The school jock finds out I'm into him...

Everyone is over the age of 18

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I emailed him the PDF when I was done writing his paper. I don’t know how serious he was about “doing anything I want” in exchange, but I couldn’t just hear that and risk missing out on something good. Things like this don’t happen to a guy like me.

“Fuck yeah! I was just stressing over this. You want to come over for a beer?” Troy texts me a couple minutes afterward. All the dirty possibilities play again in my head and I get going quickly. 

He might let me blow him. Or he might fuck me. Or…

Halfway to the bus stop, I decided to stop to slip his dirty jersey over my shirt. It was an impulse decision from being so horny about him and it just felt right.

Ahh….. 

The smell of him gives me a boner. It enhances my imagination of him fucking the hell out of him, dripping his sweat onto me and rubbing it in my face. I love it. 

I take it off when I get off the bus and quickly fold it into some form of square as I approach his place. It’s an older-looking house with the porch looking like it hasn’t been repainted since it was built. I rang the doorbell first and then added a knock since I didn’t hear anything. 

A shirtless man with curly brown hair opens the door. “Who are you?” 

“I’m a friend of Troy’s.” Friends might be a stretch. “2073 right?” I look around the edge of the door for the house number. 

“Yeah, that’s it. Come in.” 

I walked into the house and was hit with a thick smog of marijuana in the living room. A couple other guys on the couch turned around and nodded at me with their red eyes and I nodded back. 

“Yo!” I turned my head to Troy coming out of a room at the end of the hallway. He’s also shirtless and wearing Simpsons pajama pants on the bottom. “MVP of my life.” He pats me on the back. “Is that my jersey?”

“Yeah, you left it.” And I added my spit to the pit stains. I handed the jersey to him. 

“You didn’t wash it this time?” Troy winks at me. 

“You got someone doing your laundry now? Jesus, whose dick do I gotta suck to get that kind of service here?” his curly-haired roommate says. He gets on his knees and makes an act of pulling his hair back and tying it up. 

“I mean if you’re offering, I’m running the machine later,” Troy jokes along. He steps beside me and spreads his stance, holding the back of his friend’s head. “Remember: Spitters are quitters.”

“Yes, daddy.” The curly man says and squeezes Troy’s butt. Troy takes it further and pushes his crotch into his friend’s face. 

Fuck, that’s hot.

“You met Dustin? That’s Ben and Jason. You toke?” Troy nods in the direction of the couch, nonchalantly holding his friend’s face at his groin. I shake my head. “Hey Dust, you smell that pussy I just got?”

“Maybe that’s why I’m turned on.” Dustin laughs into Troy’s crotch. He slaps and grabs Troy’s ass, then makes a pass at jabbing his fingers into his crack. Troy jumps back and throws his jersey at Dustin. 

“Motherfucker!”

Dustin launches himself up from the floor, pushing Troy back against the wall. “You know you got turned on by that! Let me feel it!” Dustin tries to grab Troy’s crotch but Troy wrestles him away. If they both didn’t have big smiles on their faces, I would actually be concerned.

But this is actually really fucking hot. If they really fucked, who would be the top? They’re both genuine hunks.

“How was she anyway? Wasn’t a lot of noise in there. Hah!” Dustin succeeds in grabbing Troy’s crotch and Troy’s shoulders tense up. “Man, you’re not even hard for me. You don’t think I’m pretty anymore?”

Troy returns the favour and cups Dustin’s groin. They stand there like that for at least 30 seconds, like they were playing chicken with who was going to let go first. 

“Dude, are you hard?” Troy asks. 

Well, I am.

“Nope. Just well equipped,” Dustin replies confidently, staring Troy right in the eyes. 

“I don’t know. I’ve seen you in the pool.”

“It was fucking cold!” Dustin bites his lips and Troy’s shoulder tenses up further.  Dustin’s bicep was bulging a little from the way he was gripping Troy. “Hey!” His tight voice makes me realize that Troy is closing his grip as well. 

“Let go on 3?” Troy squints his eyes in pain. “1…2…3!”

Both hunks sigh in relief and then burst out into laughter. “No homo,” Dustin says, then turns to me. “Nice to meet you….”

“Joseph.” I pulled my shoulders back and shook the shirtless man’s hand. 

“Joe,” Troy picks up his jersey from the floor. He motions with his head to his bedroom. I followed him into a very small room that had a twin-size bed, a spinning office chair, and a small desk. 

“Take a seat,” Troy says as he picks up a bunch of clothes from his bed and throws it in the corner. I sit on his plain sheets at the edge of the bed and he takes a seat on the spinny chair across from me. “So did you think about what you wanted? For writing my paper I mean.”

What do I want? I want to service you in that chair while you play video games. 

“Make it something I can do a lot, because I still have at least 4 more papers to write for this term.”

I’d suck you twice as many times as that.

“I could be your personal trainer or something, get you beefed up.” Troy scratches his chest and then leans back on the chair. His thick legs spread wider as he stretches them out. “Does that sound good? Gay guys like muscles right?”

“No. I mean, gays love muscles. But that’s not for me.” I try to keep my eyes in contact with his face and not his gorgeous body. 

“What do you want then? I’m sure we can figure something out.” Troy leans forward, giving his pecs an incredible beefy shape. He observes my face and looks down at what I’m wearing. “I get a good deal on the university’s sportswear because I’m on the…” His voice trails off when his eyes get to my pants. 

I haven’t stopped being hard since his wrestle with Dustin, but I’m not big enough for it to ever be a problem of being visible through my pants.

What I didn’t account for, was how turned on I was by him and his fight. And now, sitting on his bed with the half-naked god in front of me, my body did more than normal. 

The wet stain on the front of my pants is undeniable. The exact position of it and the way the wet spot radiated outwards hid nothing. I freeze, feeling incredibly embarrassed by my body’s betrayal. 

“Well,” Troy leans back on the chair again. “I think we can make something work here.” His legs stretch towards mine.