Starboy - Part 2

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It was pointless to hang around the locker room alone. I dressed quickly, deciding to shower later and left the school. I had no idea where Zander lived, so trying to follow him would be both useless and stupid.

I understood his nervousness, but it didn't mean that I wasn't frustrated. He had gotten me desperately horny, and despite the fact that my erection had mostly subsided, I would have accepted a blowjob from just about anybody.

I scanned the street just in case, but had to resign to the fact that I would have to spend the weekend fantasising about Zander instead. I'd get sex from my girlfriend, so I wasn't too concerned in that regard, but it would have been much nicer to be squeezing my cock into the nerdy little twerp that was plaguing my mind.

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"First TJ, now you?" I snapped down the phone to Melissa, "okay, okay, fine, I'll see you tomorrow then".

I hated spending Friday nights alone. TJ got stuck babysitting, Melissa got roped into her grandparents anniversary dinner, and all of the other guys decided that they'd spend their weekends working out during the season, something which I hadn't come on board with.

I slumped back on the sofa and punched the television remote. My parents had left for the weekend like they always did, which meant I'd be stuck with myself until tomorrow at least. I grabbed one of my dad's beers from the fridge and scrolled through my phone while some boring movie played in the background.

God, I hated being alone. My mind trailed back to the locker room incident. Zander had been so close to taking my cock, and something about his evident reluctance had made me ravenous. Of course, I wasn't going to rape the guy, but the idea of overpowering him was causing my rod to harden once again.

It was a power thing. I wanted Zander in ways that I didn't want anybody else. I wanted to hold him down, I wanted to watch him squirm as I pushed inside him. I wanted to use him and control him, I wanted to tie him to the bed, but I wanted him to want it just as bad, at least somewhat, anyway.

As my horny mind continued to imagine all of the things that I wanted to do to Zander, I mindlessly keyed his name into the search bar and found his Instagram, shortly thereafter, I had his Snapchat. Would it be weird to add him? Would it freak him out even more than he already was?

I grabbed a second beer and toyed with the idea some more. What would be the harm? Sure, he might ignore it, he might even block me, but at least I'd know, and wouldn't spend the entire night fantasising over him.

I clicked add and sat back.

This wasn't how it was supposed to be. The popular, handsome, athletic jock wasn't supposed to be nervously waiting for the geeky, nerdy guy to make a decision. Yet that was exactly what was happening.

Minutes went by, then a half hour, then a full hour and two beers later and I had to face the fact that perhaps I was wrong about Zander. Perhaps he wasn't as interested as I had believed, and just as I locked my phone screen, a notification popped up.

Zander Griffith has accepted your friend request.

My heart gave a leap. What now? Should I message first? What would I say?

"Snap out of it" I growled to myself.

I wasn't like this, not usually. I was cool, calm and collected, but Zander was driving me crazy.

I took a breath, thumbed my shorts down to reveal my throbbing, wet cock and snapped a photo of it.

Get your ass over here, you've got a job to finish.

Was it too much? Would I completely ruin the possibility of ever feeling his soft lips around my tool? Before I could decide, I'd already pressed send, and it took only seconds before he opened it.

I stared at the screen. Would he respond? Would he block me? My question was answered less than a minute later.

What's your address?

My heart beat like a drum. He was interested. My cock twitched as I sent him the details and now it was a waiting game. I wasn't sure if he'd actually show up, it seemed unlikely given his quick departure in school, but why else would he have asked for my address?

If he was going to arrive, he was going to be in for a shock. In the locker room I was gentle, but I'd been brutally horny since he ran away, and I'd be taking my frustrations out on him for sure. The way I'd spoken to him though, if he had reservations about being treated like a slut, then surely he would have dismissed me already.

Get your ass over here, it was a giveaway that my intentions for him were anything but gentle, and yet he still asked for my address.

I downed another beer to settle my increasing nerves, and laughed to myself as I sat there alone. He was a geek, an unpopular victim in school, and the last person that I should be getting nervous over. Maybe I was nervous because for the first time in my life, I was potentially going to play with a Starboy.

It had been nearly an hour since I gave him my address. He hadn't made it clear whether or not he was actually coming over, but he hadn't said otherwise either. The longer I waited, the more ridiculous I felt. He was taking me for a ride, pulling my leg. He had no intention...

A soft knock on the door made my cock pulse. It was unlikely to be anybody else, and so I stood up, fixed my boner in my shorts, checked my reflection in the mirror, and acted confident as I strolled to the door.

I pulled it open and found Zander standing awkwardly before me.

"Is this a trap?" He asked with a gulp, his large eyes looking over my shoulder and into the house.

"Come in and find out" I shrugged, and the idea of his heart racing even half as fast as mine, made me feel a little better.

He stared at me and I could sense his fear. I stepped aside and waited as he assessed the situation, it only took a few seconds before his dick did the thinking and he shuffled inside.

"In there" I said, nodding toward the dark living room. "You want a beer?"

Zander shrugged but I got him one anyway.

"Well sit down" I said, and it sounded more like a demand than an invitation.

The strangely handsome young nerd sat awkwardly, fingering the can until I couldn't bare it anymore and opened it for him.

"Why did you run away?" I asked, drinking my own as I watched him eagerly.

He shrugged again.

"N... Nervous I guess" he mumbled.

"And you're not nervous now?"

Shrug.

"Next time you shrug, you lose your clothes" I smirked, relaxing into the fact that my usual cocky attitude had returned.

"So are you nervous or not?"

Zander sipped from his can and slowly lifted his eyes to mine. I watched as he removed his glasses, not taking his eyes off me and slowly he shrugged again.

A devious grin crossed my face.

"Strip" I hissed, but Zander didn't move.

"Strip!" I said again

He continued to watch me, and even though I could see the nervousness in his face, he remained still.

"Zander" I scoffed, "strip, now"

He reached over, setting his beer on the table and I waited for him to begin undressing, but he sat back down and eyed me.

"Make me" he said simply.

My brows lowered as I glared at him. Did I hear him correctly? Had the scared little loner really just told me to make him strip? Did he have any idea how much I wanted to make him do plenty of things?

"You don't want that" I told him, gulping again, "now strip".

"I said" he whispered, "make me".

All I could do was laugh. Zander was certainly something, and nothing like the quiet, shy nerd that he was in school. I stood up and as I did, I noticed how fucking handsome he was without those dumb glasses.

"You sure about that?" I snarled, stepping toward him, "because I could make you do lots of things".

He swallowed a lump in his throat and looked up at me with his stunning puppy-dog eyes.

"Well" he shrugged, "you can try".

Zander was purposely doing it. He wanted me to use him, and if that's what he wanted, then that's what he'd get.

I reached down, grabbed him by the scruff and dragged him to his feet. He moved with ease, his thin body effortlessly lifting until he stood on his toes and winced as I held him inches from my face.

"You want to be roughed up, slut?" I snarled into his face.

For a moment, he simply watched me nervously. Did he want this? It was becoming hard to tell.

"Answer me, slut" I snapped, lightly slapping him across his cheek.

"Is..." he sniffled, wiping his nose, "is that all you've got?"

My eyes widened, and I nearly let him go in shock.

"Wait... What?" I laughed.

Things had taken a very strange turn indeed, but my cock was spilling juice like it never had before. At best, I had expected the blowjob that he owed me, but this was something entirely different indeed.

"Use me" he whispered, "use me like a little slut".

My heart slammed, sending more blood into my already straining cock.

"Buttercup" I said, and he cocked a brow.

"When I reach your limit, and I will reach it, that's the word to use".

"You're pretty confident for a guy who just wet his pants" Zander smirked, and we both looked down at the large wet patch of pre-cum in my grey shorts.

"And for that" I snarled, "you can get down and clean it up".

Without much effort at all, Zander fell to his knees before me, his two hands against my waist as the hot stench of cum filled his nostrils.

"Get your mouth on that, slut" I hissed, and dragged his head against my wet crotch.

This was about to be better than I ever could have expected and as Zander started sucking the pre-seed from my shorts, my mind began to race once more.

How far could I push this surprising little nerd?

It appeared that I was about to find out.