Growth (7/8)

Words spread fast. Before long, the whole football team knew that I was a muscle whore drunk on cocks, that I was being fucked by coach and my best friend every single day, that sometimes they even do it together.

So naturally, the entire football team joined the fun. I was finally able to enjoy all of these big cocks.

My last year of college was spent by getting impaled 24/7 by my team mates. Every morning after practice I’d take off my shorts, split down on the lawn, and show these stallions my over used muscle ass. I guess my gymnastic trainings in childhood was indeed useful. They’d of course all rush over, and within minutes I would be stuffed with cock in every hole. They’d fuck me so hard that at the end of it I always pass out on the lawn, covered in their cum, and filled up by their cum from the inside.

Yet even that was not the end of it. Soon the whole college learned what a cock loving slut I was. Everyone wanted to get a piece of this muscle jock, this arrogant homophobic football captain who turns out to be the most slutty of cock lovers. In this last year of college, I was fucked by almost every student at the school, freshman and seniors alike. I was traded like a meaty item by my team, rented out to huge sex parties in exchange of a dozen of chicks for my team mates --- and of course, I alone can take more cocks than all of those chicks combined, so my team always regret their trades and always wanted to get me back instead.

By the time I graduate, even the professors and deans were fucking me in their office. I think that was the only reason that I was able to graduate, because among all these intense all day fuck fests I really wasn’t doing much school work.

Oh, those were great years.

After graduation however, I suddenly found myself having nowhere to go. So I went back home to visit my uncle’s ranch. I wanted to spend a few month there, and then maybe go back to the big cities and work as an escort. The money is good, and I know people loved my muscle ass. But most importantly, I just couldn’t stand the thought of not getting fucked in the ass everyday.

But that plan was changed shortly after I’ve arrived at my uncle Kurt’s ranch. Because the very first thing I saw when I pushed open his doors, was this huge muscular man moaning and cumming, with a gigantic bottle shoved deep down his disfigured hole.

(Thanks to AbsolutBleu for inspirations!)