The Reward

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Beads of water rolled down his shredded torso. He wasn't stupid big, which is what I liked about him, he was just incredibly toned in all the right places. He was taller than every other person in the communal showers, and I was lost somewhere at the back, but I still watched him.

He ran his hands trough his messy black hair, his eyes were closed, but when they weren't, they dazzled green and were arguably one of his nicest features. That's if you asked the army of young women who followed him around like a celebrity. If you asked me, I'd say that all of his features were amazing.

I guess he was famous. He was certainly famous around here, anyway. He was one of those guys who had everything. He was disturbingly handsome, he had the trophy girlfriend, he was a star football player, and he had recently went viral for being so damn hot.

Naturally, I was a complete nobody in comparison. At eighteen, I was two years younger than he was, so I didn't even have the luxury of having the same friend group as Hunter Berkley. Even his name made me weak, but when the young man strolled leisurely through the showers and stopped right next to me, weak wasn't even the word.

Most of his solid body was hairless, but above his most prized possession, Hunter had a spread of short pubic hair. The water continued to roll down him, sliding along his large, meaty cock, and dripping from the fat helmet at the end.

"You lookin' at something?" He asked, and I almost lost control of my bladder.

"No! No, I um... Sorry, I was just..."

"I'm fuckin' with you, bro" he grinned, and punched me playfully in the arm. Despite the fact that he had put absolutely zero strength into the punch, it still knocked my skinny little five foot eight body onto the floor.

"Shit!" He gasped, reaching down and pulling me to my feet, "sorry, man, I was just playing around".

"It's fine" I said, forcing a laugh even though my arm felt like it had been stabbed, "I'm good".

Standing in front of the hottest guy on the planet whilst we were both naked and surrounded by other students was enough to make me pass out, but I managed to contain myself as I searched through my frazzled brain for reasons why this heartthrob was talking to me.

"Word on the street" he whispered, leaning close until I could smell the soap from his freshly washed body, "is that you're gay".

I cringed. It was a secret that had recently become less secretive. The only person I had ever told, had decided that everyone else should know too, and ever since, I'd become the butt of many a joke.

"Oh" I sighed, waiting for the punchline of his joke, "ha ha".

"I'm not teasing you, man" he said, and there was a hint of seriousness in his voice, "I know this probably isn't the best place to ask you for your help, but you're the only gay kid I know, so I need a favour".

His voice was low and rough, but my mind was elsewhere. The fact that Hunter Berkley just said he knew me, almost made me cum. I gawped at him, my horny little mind racing through the countless porn videos and Reddit stories that started off just like this.

"Yes!" I yelped, "I mean... I can help you, sure! I can do that, yeah!" I cringed, but my mouth continued moving until Hunter laughed.

"Great" he nodded, "I can pick you up later?"

I had to turn my body slightly to conceal my growing erection. If my own dick was going to betray me at a time like this, I was willing to cut it off.

"Yes!" I nodded eagerly, "you can definitely pick me up". Oh god, I was sounding like a complete serial killer.

"Okay" he laughed, "I'll see you later then".

I watched as the stunning young man sauntered out of the showers. My eyes clung to his perfect ass, and I almost drooled as I watched it.

"Damn" someone scoffed, "you really are gay!"

By the time the final bell rang, I had become so excited that I could feel the inside of my underwear become wet. Was this going to be my moment? Was I finally going to get the fairytale ending that I had jerked off about for as long as I could remember?

I stood nervously at the gates, my heart hammering in my chest and my palms sweaty with excitement. I kept my eyes peeled until Hunter pulled up in his car.

"Hop in" he grinned, and I did so, gladly.

As I pulled the seatbelt over my chest, I couldn't help but steal a glance at him. Jesus Christ he was hot.

"Thanks for this" he nodded, "you're really helping me out".

"No problem" I replied, my tongue so dry it was sticking to the roof of my mouth.

We drove for quite a while before Hunter eventually pulled into an empty parking lot. It was raining out, so by the time the engine cut off, the windows were already fogged up.

He turned to me and my entire body buzzed with nervous excitement.

"I don't know how to say this" he chuckled, "it's a bit weird for me".

"Just say it" I blurted, and realised that I needed to play it cool so he didn't think I was a complete creep.

"Right" he nodded, rubbing the back of his neck, "it's just... I don't know, I guess it's just a little bit awkward".

I stared at him and felt my dick swell. This was it. After all my time fantasising about Hunter Berkley, I was finally going to get my wish.

"I guess I'll just come right out and say it then" he laughed, and I nodded eagerly.

"I don't know if people just kinda' wake up one day and know they're gay" he said, swallowing a lump in his throat as my mind exploded with joy, "maybe you're just born like that, I guess" he shrugged, "but um... Basically..."

Oh God, would he just say it already?!

"My little brother came out as gay" he said, and exhaled deeply as he sat back in his chair, "damn, that felt good to say" he added with a laugh as my entire world crumbled down around me, "I'm not ashamed of him or anything" he said quickly, "I love that little motherfucker! But I have no clue how to talk to him about that type of thing, y'know? He's only fourteen so it's a bit... Weird for him at the moment".

"Right" I smiled, but even I knew that it wasn't a convincing smile at all.

"So what would you suggest?" He asked hopefully, "I want him to know that I love him and that I don't care if he likes guys".

"Just say that then" I shrugged, doing my best to keep tears from forming in my eyes, "he hasn't lost the ability to understand English, has he?"

Hunter cocked a brow as he stared at me.

"No, I guess not" he said, "are you okay, man? I just thought you'd be the best person to get advice from" he added with a laugh.

"I have to get home" I replied, "but yeah, just tell him what you told me, he'll appreciate it, I'm sure".

The ride back to my place was awkwardly quiet, but I didn't care. I was angry, and I had no right to be angry, but I was. Didn't he understand what he had just done? I mean, he hadn't really done anything but he'd also done everything. He got my hopes up and then shattered them right in front of my eyes. Or maybe I had done that, but either way, I was mad.

"Well, thanks, I guess" he said as I yanked off my seatbelt and got out of the car.

"Anytime" I replied, as politely as I could manage, and hurried into my house to feel sorry for myself.

In the days that passed, I couldn't help but feel more and more bitter toward Hunter. Surely he knew how the whole thing had sounded from my perspective. Right?

Everything went back to normal almost instantly. He ignored me in the hallways, blanked me in the showers, and acted like I didn't even exist in his world, and even though I probably didn't exist in his world, and absolutely nothing had changed since a week prior, I still felt hurt.

That was the problem with being gay. I never fell in love with other gay guys! I guess that's because there were no other damn gay guys in this place, but it left me with a broken heart almost every damn day of the week.

I was angrier than I had ever been before. I began to wonder if Hunter had just been the straw that broke the camels back, and now I was at boiling point over everything. I'd been betrayed by my best friend only a few months prior. Everybody I knew now knew I was gay, and Hunter had inadvertently broken my heart.

It was all too much, so when I watched as two boys rushed down a lane after another boy, I lost my shit. I wasn't a fighter, hell I was usually scared of my own shadow, but for the first time in my life, I snapped.

I reached them just as they reached him. One of them grabbed him by his backpack, and I grabbed him by his. The two bullying little shits seemed more shocked than the poor kid they were chasing.

"Get off me, weirdo!" One of them spat, as I held him by his bag, "you're like fifty!"

"I'm eighteen, actually" I replied, rather offended, "and I'm pretty happy to go to jail for kicking your fucking ass!"

The two of them gawped at each other and then back to me.

"You know he's a fag, right!" He snapped, pointing at the other boy who looked terrified as he stood against the wall.

"So am I" I hissed, and now they really did look shocked. "So what are you pair of tits gonna' do about it?"

They glanced at each other again, and suddenly their bravado had melted away.

"Apologise" I snarled, and as painful as it seemed to be for them, they uttered a sorry to me.

"Not to me you fucking gimps, to him!"

The pain became even more evident on their faces, but they turned and apologised to the boy, and scurried off like sewer rats a moment later.

"Are you okay?" I asked, feeling rather powerful for the first time ever.

He wiped his eyes and nodded. God, he reminded me of myself at that age.

"Thanks" he mumbled as we walked back up the lane.

"Forget about it" I told him, "just don't let asshats like that get you down".

As we parted ways, the kid shook my hand and thanked me again. Whoever he was, he was very polite, but I was too busy being angry to dwell on it too much, so by the following day, I'd all but forgotten the poor little gay boy.

"You amazing little gay boy!"

The words hit my ears but I had no chance to comprehend them as my body was spun around and my face was clasped in a pair of strong hands. I felt his lips press hard against my forehead and when he released me, I stared in shock at Hunter Berkley.

"You saved his ass, man!" He beamed, still holding my face, "I owe you one, big time!".

"What are you talking about?" I asked, rubbing his kiss from my head, "saved who?"

"My brother" Hunter said, draping his strong arm over my shoulder as we walked through the packed hallway, "he was about to get his ass kicked by those two morons yesterday, and you saved him".

"He's your brother?" I asked, rather shocked and Hunter nodded proudly.

"He's a little quieter than I am" he added with a laugh, "but yeah, he's my guy".

I smiled and felt my cheeks blush a little.

Hunter thanked me again before rushing off with a group of his friends, and I felt quite stupid for getting so excited at his mere touch. I did my best to push it from my mind, eager not to tease myself anymore, and got on with my day.

It was raining again by the time the bell rang. It soaked me as I hurried out the gate and up the long street, and then I heard him.

"Hey!" Hunter called, pulling up along side me, "I'll give you a ride".

I considered rejecting the offer, but the rain became even heavier so I jumped in and we were off.

"I really didn't peg you for a confrontational guy" he laughed.

"Why, because I'm gay?" I replied, rather coldly. Hunter shrugged.

"This left" I said as we reached my street, but he continued driving straight. "This left, Hunter" I repeated, but he ignored me again. "Dude, this left!"

"Can you shut up a minute?" he grinned, so I did.

We drove through the torrential downpour until Hunter pulled into the same empty parking lot that he had the last time. I rolled my eyes as I wondered what dumb question he was going to ask me this time, and then gawped when he unbuckled his seatbelt and pulled down his shorts.

"This is to say thanks" he told me, leaning his chair back as I stared, wide eyed, at his tight, white boxer briefs. "You can touch it if you want".

It was a joke. It had to be a joke. My eyes moved from his beautiful package to his handsome face and I waited for him to laugh. Hunter simply smiled.

"You're serious?" I asked, shocked.

"Yeah, man. You saved my little brother, of course I'm serious".

I couldn't risk not doing it. I reached out before I could even make sense of things in my head, and even when my hand landed on his bulge, I still expected him to push me away and laugh.

"One hour" he grinned, closing his hands behind the back of his head so his biceps bulged, "it's all yours".

"One hour for what?"

"To do whatever you want" he winked, and continued watching as I held his junk.

My heart raced in my chest. If Hunter was serious about this, I was going to have to best hour of my life! But I needed to see how far he was willing to go.

I squeezed the large mound in my hand and felt the outline of his long cock beneath the soft fabric. I looked up at him, as though I was waiting for his permission and all he did was nod.

With shaky hands I reached for the waistband, still worried that he'd tell me off for doing it, and slowly peeled it down. Sure, I'd seen it before, but not like this.

His perfect cock hung flaccidly over his heavy balls. I could feel the warmth against my fingers, and watched hungrily as it moved slowly, as though I had woken it up.

"C... Can I... Touch it?" I asked nervously, and Hunter grinned and said, "you can do anything you want with it".

The words had barely left his mouth when my hand closed around it. I felt his pulse through the thick meat and used my thumb to play with his frenulum. It only took a moment for him to grow hard, and when he did, I gawped at the sheer beauty of the thing.

It was thick and veined. The head was smooth and large, the skin was soft and warm and his wrinkled, low hanging balls were nestled between two muscular thighs. My cock stiffened at the sight.

"Holy shit" I breathed, and Hunter laughed.

I began jerking him off. I needed him to love this as much as I was loving it, but I couldn't tell by him. He was quiet and still, and just watched as I got to work.

I wanked him in silence for a few minutes, with just the sound of our breathing and the patter of rain on the car. Once again, the windows had fogged up, giving me the perfect level of privacy for my next act.

I didn't ask him this time. I leaned forward, inhaling his musky aroma from a long day, and closed my mouth around his glans. For the first time, I felt him shudder.

I'd done it. I'd finally gotten what I had fantasised about for so long. Hunter Berkely's cock was in my freaking mouth!

I could taste him. He was slightly salty, but undeniably delicious. I sucked more of him into my mouth, feeling his wet cock slide across my tongue and into my throat. I didn't care that I was gagging, I didn't care about anything other than the beautiful man I was sucking off.

My hand found his delicate balls. They were long and droopy, and moved easily between my fingers as I continued swallowing him. I played with them gently, fingering each orb across my hand and pleasuring his pole with my eager tongue.

When his juices began to flow, I swallowed them hungrily. He tasted as good as he looked, and now I could hear his breath become more laboured. I couldn't help it. I needed to move to the next stage, but I doubted very much that he'd let me.

I pulled my head off Hunter's drooling cock and stared up at him. He watched me with a cheeky grin.

"Will you fuck me?" I asked, though it sounded almost like a plea.

His stunning eyes moved toward the clock on the screen.

"You have thirty minutes" he shrugged, "lubes in the glove box".

I couldn't believe my ears, but I couldn't wait around to question it, either. I lunged toward the glove compartment and found the small, purple bottle inside. It was new, the plastic was still in tact, which meant he had bought this for me.

I shed my pants and underwear as I peeled the bottle open. I had never been more excited in my life, but when I turned to get in position, Hunter grimaced.

"It's probably a little cramped in here, don't you think?" He asked and I cocked a brow, "how about we get out?"

My eyes widened. Yes it was raining and yes the parking lot was empty, but it was just after four in the afternoon!

"Come on" he grinned, "it'll be fun".

With those words, Hunter kicked his pants and underwear over his shoes and stepped out, naked from the waist down. I looked around nervously before sheepishly doing the same.

"This is crazy!" I called through the howling rain, "we're gonna' get caught!"

"Stop worrying!" He called back, our half naked bodies becoming drenched instantly, "anyway, I like the rain!"

Hunter pulled me toward him until our hard cocks rubbed against each other. There was no comparison, his was almost twice the size of mine.

"Suck it out here" he grinned, and I looked around at the trees and emptiness.

My heart thumped even faster as I hunkered down and took him back into my mouth. As terrifying as it was, I had to agree with him. Doing it outside was extremely exciting.

I gagged on him again as I got to work pleasuring the handsome heartthrob. I took him as deep as I could go, choking and slurping as I did, until he lifted me up by my arms.

"Bend over the hood and spread your ass" he said, his hair soaked to his head, "I'm gonna' fuck you".

Rattling with excitement, I walked over and spread my body over the hood of his car. It felt so freeing to be almost naked, but it felt even better to have Hunter behind me.

His fingers slid between my cheeks, coating my hole with lube as he played with me. His middle finger slipped inside a moment later, making me gasp with pleasure as he fucked me with it.

"You're tight" he said, sliding in and out, "real tight".

Hunter fingered me and my mind raced. This was easily the best thing that had ever happened to me, and all I could do was gasp and moan.

"Fifteen minutes left" he called, playfully, and then I felt his hard rod against me. "You ready?"

I nodded. I had never been more ready for anything in my life.

His hands closed around my wet waist. I felt the pressure from him as he pushed forward, and after a few uncomfortable seconds, Hunter Berkley was sliding his cock inside me.

"Oh fuck!" I groaned, my hard cock squeezing against the wet panel of his car.

He went slow at first. Long, lazy strokes until he had plunged every inch of himself inside me. I felt full, as though my ass had been completely stuffed, and I guess it had been completely stuffed.

He held me for a moment. His strong hands kept me in place like I was his property. I felt pre-cum leak from my cock, and then he started.

Hunter pulled out and pushed back in. The force made me whimper and moan. He did it again, harder this time. On the third, Hunter became wild. His hips bucked and thrust, his strokes became stronger and faster, and after a few minutes, I couldn't even speak.

"Yeah" he grunted, his balls slapping off my wet body, "take that fucking cock!"

He was taking me toward orgasm without even touching my cock. I felt my prostate swell against the attack, faster and faster until even breathing became difficult.

I was moaning loudly now. It was all I could do as Hunter used my hole. It seemed to fit so perfectly, it was almost like my hole was made for Hunter's perfect pole.

Faster again. My eyes rolled back with pleasure. I'd never felt anything as magical in my entire life, and when the fit young man finally gasped and began exploding into my bowels, my own cock spurted cum across his hood.

"Oh fuck yeah!" He moaned, and I felt his seed drench my insides, "oh man, that feels so fucking good!"

The two of us came together. The stench of young sweat and sperm mixed to create an intoxicating cocktail of horniness which clung to us as the orgasms came to an end.

Finally, only the rain and our heavy breathing could be heard.

"Holy shit" I mumbled, my cheek pressed against the cold car, "that was amazing".

Hunter pulled his soft cock out of me and turned me around. His eyes found my mess on his car which was already being cleaned by the rain, and he smiled.

"I'm glad you enjoyed it" he said, "you keep an eye out for my brother, and maybe we can make this a regular thing".

My wet cock twitched as I grinned.

"Deal" I smiled.