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“Is this your first time?” I asked.

He shook his head, eyeing my cock over his shoulder, “Yeah.”

I didn’t know what I was feeling at that point, only that I felt heady. I was gonna fuck Jim Cooke, the quarterback, and it was his first time. I squeezed some lube between his buns and worked it into his hole. He winced a little but I thought it was from surprise more than pain. He didn’t seem to have any problem taking my finger, then two fingers and finally I forced three in as deep as I could. He was looking over his shoulder all the time. I lubed up my cock. It was so hot it melted the lube and it felt bigger than normal. Sure as hell, it was harder. I wiped my hands on Jim’s butt and his back. When I laid the tube down Jim opened the bottle of poppers.

“Give it to me,” he said huskily. He sounded like he wanted me to plug him and get it over with. I would do that. I wasn’t going to rape him but I wasn’t going to make tender love to him either. I was going to plug his ass, like he wanted.

His ass stretched against the pressure of my cockhead. Jim held his ground, didn’t try to get away from me. No sense dragging it out, I thought. I gathered the strength in my butt and thighs and tightened my abs and pushed. His asshole was no match for it, and it spread wide open and the head of my cock popped though.

“Awwgghhhhh!” he groaned, tossing his head back.

I didn’t wait. As he scrambled to suck in more poppers I shoved my cock deeper… deeper…I hit something, worked around it and went deeper…he was moaning, gasping, clawing at the edges of the table, but I drove in to the hilt, till I was smashing my loins hard against his butt, flattening the taut muscles. I held it there. His tight sphincter muscle gripped the base of my cock so tight it felt like he might squeeze it off, and the inner muscles contracted tightly around the shaft in a milking motion. There was a special set of muscles squeezing and massaging the head. I didn’t ask if he was okay or wait till he told me. I started fucking him.

“Awwhhhhhhhh!” he cried softly when I pulled my cock back. I stopped with the head and shoved back in. “AWWWWhhhhhhh!”

“You’re gonna have people pounding on the door to see what’s going on,” I said.

“They know,” he said.

“You told them?”

“I told ‘em I was going to fuck your ass tonight,” he said. “They think it’s you hollering.”

That was the last straw. I slammed my cock in him and started fucking him hard. He was tight and hot and his ass was alive inside, as if it had just awakened to the pleasure of a hot cock. He groaned and moaned and twisted his butt around, sometimes trying to get away from me, but I had him at my mercy. Not only his stance…I could kick his legs out from under him in a split second…but he wanted what I had to give. Remembering what he said, I grabbed his shoulder and brought him up straight and maneuvered us over to the chair. I bent him over the back of the chair and started fucking him again. I fucked him across the room till the chair was up against the television, then I took him to the floor. Unlike the other positions, there was no give. I was on solid ground, and it was easy to fuck him hard. The floor didn’t give; the only thing that could give was his ass. But Jim didn’t mind. He wrapped his legs around me.

I fucked him over to the bed; figured he was getting floor burn on his back and shoulders. I pulled out long enough for him to bend over the bed on his knees and then fucked him again. By now he was my slave. More than Rich had ever been his slave. He had obviously wanted this for a long time. I fucked him up onto the bunk where it was more comfortable. We used that position for a long time. I guess I was too busy to notice Jim’s cock. I was enjoying watching his tight muscles ripple and bulge, though. His cock was bone-hard and quivering. He was jacking himself off. I brushed his hand away. He grabbed for it again but I stopped him.

“Hun-uh, you’re not gonna finish on me,” I said. “I’ll let you know when you can cum. I’ll make you cum. You don’t need to jack off.”

“Yes, sir, Coach!” he said. Yeah, he was my slave. He was my slave quarterback. I wished Rich could be there to see it. He probably wished I was the coach. After awhile I pulled out again and stood off the bed. He gave me a confused, disappointed look as I pulled him to his feet. I turned him around and bent him over. “Grab your ankles,” I said. I bent over and grabbed his ankles and his butt spread open wide for me. I plugged him and fucked him some more. It was hard to keep his balance so I fucked him to the floor again, only this time I bent him in half and straddled him backwards.

“My God, where did you learn how to fuck like this! Where did you learn all these positions!”

I was snorting with lust. I wasn’t doing this just because Jim wanted me to. I wasn’t even doing it to avenge Rich. My body had taken over and I was doing it for my body. But there was still that remark he’d made about telling everybody that he was going to fuck my ass. I pulled my cock out and walked over to the door.

“Where’re you going? What’re you going to do?” he asked, from the floor where he was spread-eagle on his stomach.

“I just wanta set the record straight, so everybody knows who’s getting fucked by who.”

“No! Don’t! Don’t open the door!” he begged. “I was kidding! I didn’t tell them that! I swear, I was only kidding. Come on, man, don’t open the door! Come back and give me that big cock. Come back here and fuck me.”

I hesitated with my hand on the door. “One thing’s gonna keep this door closed,” I said.

“Okay. Just name it,” he said.

“No, two things.”

“Yeah, name’ em,” he said anxiously.

I walked over and put my hand down to pull him to his feet but I pulled him only to his knees. I stood in front of him with one hand on his shoulder to keep him down there. I didn’t have to tell him what he had to do. “Don’t make me do this,” he said. “I just want to get fucked, and it’s good for you, too. Just fuck me. Don’t make me…” he choked then. ‘Okay…okay, I’ll go down on you, but…not right out of my ass. At least go wash up for me.”

I was unmerciful. I put my hand on his head and pulled his face to my cock. The head pressed against his lips and left a smear of ball juice on his lips. “Either this or the door,” I said. I was amazed that he was so submissive. He could have reversed the roles so easily and taken charge. Not that he could’ve fucked me or made me do anything, but I couldn’t have stopped him from leaving.

He opened his mouth wide and closed his eyes and I shoved my cock in his mouth. He moaned and whimpered as I fucked his mouth. I don’t think he liked it. I only made him suck it for a moment or two before I pulled him to his feet.

“What’s the second thing? What’re you going to do now?” he asked.

I grabbed the blanket off my bunk and led him over to the window. I opened it wide and spread the blanket over the window sill then stood back. “Bend over, out the window,” I said.

He hesitated, with a look of horror. “No…no, man, don’t do this…we’re only on the second floor, people can see…”

“They’ll have a better view through the door,” I threatened. “It’s dark out. Maybe they won’t recognize you.”

Again, I was surprised he did it. I fully expected him to grab his clothes and leave. But he hadn’t left at my threat to open the door, and there was the little matter of his cock standing out like a poker, and if his cock was hard, I knew his ass was just as hot. He bent over the window sill and set his feet wide apart, his upper body hanging out the window. His asshole gaped open enough for me to put my fist in it. I shoved all four fingers and a thumb in him and worked them around.

“Ohhh…Ohhhh,” he moaned.

I pushed but didn’t force my hand inside him. “By the time I get done with you, your asshole isn’t going to close up for a week,” I told him as I set the head of my cock in the gaping hole. He groaned as I shoved my cock all the way in. He moaned again when I started fucking him. I fucked him hard. I fucked him for a long time, till it was time to take him over the top. I drove into him like a pile-driver till he was lying across the window sill with his head and shoulders and the upper part of his chest out the window. I fucked him in short jabs, busting through the innermost depths of his ass. I twisted my hips around, lobbing my cock around inside him, using it like a post-hole digger.

“Awwhhh…Awwwhhh, Godddd!” he cried, tossing his head back.

“Hey…hey, is that you, Jim? Cooke?” Someone yelled from down below.

Jim tried to ease back through the window but I fucked him in place, forcing him out over the edge of the sill.

“Uhnnn…Ohhhnnnn…Awwhhhhhh!”

“What’re you doing up there, Cooke?’ someone else yelled. “What the fuck are you doing in this dorm?”

I slammed and dug my cock around hard inside him.

“Ahhh… Ohhh… Ohhhhh… Ohhhh, fuck me! Ohh, Yesss…do it! Fuck me! I’m gonna cum…you’re gonna make cum….ohhh, fuck me you big stud!”

I did as he told me. I fucked his fuckin’ brains out.

“What the fuck’s going on up there?” I heard somebody ask. I half expected to hear knocks at my door, guys there to see what the hell was going on. But for the moment, I was intent on making Jim Cooke cum. He was half off the towel and I did him the favor of handing it to him.

“Here, bite down this, I’m gonna take you over the top,” I said.

The rest of his screams and outcries were muffled in the towel. His asshole clenched so hard around my cock I thought he was going to pull it out by the root. I was surprised he could make it that tight after all I’d given him. Then it loosened, wide open, tightened again, and loosened and spasmed and I knew he was cumming. I fucked him through it till he was lying limp over the window sill like a rag doll, lying half out the window.

Then came the coupe-de-ta. I shot him full of my own hot cum. He moaned with weak pleasure. When I was empty, I took him by the shoulders and pulled him straight, back against me and wrapped my arms around him to keep him on his feet and on my cock. He was limp in my arms. I walked us over to the lower bunk and we collapsed across it, me on top, my cock still buried inside him. We dozed.

Jim brought me awake squirming under me. I rose up and pulled my cock out of him. Cum gushed out of his gaping ass onto the bed. I stood and reached over for the towel and gave it to him when he stood up. He stuffed it between his legs to catch the cum that was draining out of him.

“Do you want to shower?” I asked him.

“Yeah, if I could.”

“Help yourself,” I said.

He stumbled into the bathroom and I heard the shower running. I flipped on the TV and sat in the chair. Jim came out drying off, more his old self. I wasn’t exactly expecting a commentary on my performance but he acted almost as if nothing had happened. So I brought it up.

“You took it great for your first time,” I said.

“Didn’t have any choice, the way you made it so damned good.”

When he was getting dressed, I asked, “Are you going to have a problem with those guys who saw you out the window?” I asked.

“I’ll think of something,” he said.

“That was for Rich, by the way,” I said. I wasn’t angry any more but I wanted him to know.

“I know. Does it have to be?” he asked.

“What do you mean?”

“I would like to do this again sometime--maybe on a regular basis. I’ve finally connected with the stud I’ve fantasized about; I don’t want this to be the end of it. Not here, though.”

“Name the place,” I said.

“I’ll be in touch,” he said. I didn’t know where Rich went. I tried to find out at the registrar’s office but they wouldn’t give out the information. And I didn’t have his phone number at home; I didn’t even know his home address. My next best thing was to find someone who worked in the registrar’s office and see if they would tell me anything. I was in luck. Melissa Foster worked in the office, and she was known to be a nymphomaniac. I felt terrible about exploiting her the way I was going to but it was more important that I find out where Rich was. And I wouldn’t be giving her anything that she didn’t want.

At first she refused; giving me the standard line--that she couldn’t give out that information. But I just stared across the counter at her. To most it would’ve been a blank stare, but Melissa read into it precisely what I wanted her to. She smiled. She even blushed a little! I don’t know how or why…she’d fucked half the guys on campus…but she blushed.

“Well, I suppose I could be convinced to give you a little hint,” she cooed.

“No hints,” I said. “I want full disclosure. Otherwise, all I give is a little hint.”

“You’re giving that right now, just standing here,” she said. She turned and went back into the files but came back empty-handed. She pushed a pad toward me, handed me a pen and leaned across to give me the information I wanted. I could smell her sweet breath and I wondered how many cocks those full lips had been wrapped around; how many loads of come had been shot in that sweet mouth; how many cocks had been buried where I was going to bury mine. I wrote the information down and stuffed the paper in my pocket.

“Thanks a lot,” I said.

“There’s the little matter of my fee,” she cooed.

“What’s the charge?” I asked.

“All night at my place,” she said.

“I don’t know if I can last all night with you,” I said.

“That’s not what I hear,” she said. “Besides, I have ways of making you last.”

We set a time and the night I was to meet her. I called Rich. He was in Kansas. He was happy to hear my voice.

“Why the hell do you go to school out there, in the middle of a cornfield?” I kidded him.

“It’s really a fine university. And don’t knock the corn…it sure makes for some mighty fine looking corn-fed guys. We are known for our prime beef, too, you know.”

“None as prime as what you had back here,” I joked.

“No, none that prime. How did you find me?”

“I bribed someone in the registrar’s office.”

“What’d that bribe cost you?” he asked.

“It was pretty expensive. Over nine inches,” I said.

“You fucker,” he said, laughing.

“Speaking of which…”

“Yeah, what?”

“I know you don’t want me to speak the name, but I fucked Jim Cooke.”

There was dead silence for a few seconds. “Tell me that again,” he said.

“I fucked Jim Cooke. I fucked his eyeballs out.”

There was another pause. “Okay, I’m sitting down. I wanta hear all the details.”

I told him the whole story. When I was done there was another silence. “Rich, are you there?”

“Yeah,” he said. “I’m just…finishing off…” he said, sounding short of breath. “Wiping off the cum, actually.”

I laughed softly, “I made you shoot your load, just telling you about it? That’s great.”

“You know what would be even greater, if I could fuck him. Not for revenge or to get back at him or anything. It’d just be great to fuck a big hunk-jock like Jim Cooke.”

“I could probably arrange it.”

“How about us, Jason, when can we arrange something between us?” he asked.

“Name the time and place. I’ll be there. Or you come here, it doesn’t matter.”

“You gotta know, I haven’t been exactly celibate since I left,” he said.

“Well, you know I haven’t. We weren’t going steady or anything.”

We set a time and place to meet.

After I contacted Rich, I drove to Melissa Foster’s apartment to settle my debt. I called her on my cell phone to tell her I was coming and to let her give me exact directions. I was bowled over when she opened the door. There she was, wearing a super-short denim skirt, a white T-shirt, construction boots and a hard-hat.

“Wow!”

“You like?” she cooed.

“I…yeah, I do…I always give ‘em a second look when I see a woman on a construction site.”

“I’m the same way about the men,” she said. “I’ve got an outfit for you.”

This was going to be exciting; more than just a ‘walk-in, fuck her and thank-you-Ma’m, the bill is paid’. She led me into the living room where she had my outfit laid out on the couch. Cut-off, ragged jeans shorts, a white T-shirt, hard hat and boots with heavy gray socks, and a tool belt. I took off my clothes down to my briefs and donned the costume. She was practically drooling by the time I put on the tool belt. She went to her knees and tugged my shorts down with her teeth. She had to finish pulling them down with her fingers and when my cock swung out she let out a little squeal of delight.

She gave good head--as good as Rich--which was unusual, because most women don’t suck cock very well. Her tongue could’ve got me off in about five minutes but I held back so I could fuck her and pay my debt in full. I finally eased her off of my cock. “If you keep doing that, there’s not going to be anything left over,” I said.

She laughed and stood up. “Take me,” she said. “Take me hard and rough.”

“Sure, I’ll fuck your brains out,” I told her as I shoved her back on the bed. She landed crossways on the bed and when her legs flew up in the air I grabbed her by the boots and shoved her legs back over her so she was bent in half. She wasn’t wearing anything under her short skirt, and she was shaved smooth as a baby’s butt. I had the terrible urge to drop to my knees and go down on her but I thought of all the cocks that had been shoved between those pouting pussy lips and the gallons of come, and decided against it. She was wet and ready. I figured she was always that way.

She yelled when I shoved my cock in her but she didn’t ask me to stop or even take it easy. I leaned over her and fucked her like a pile-driver. The bed rattled and shook and creaked under us and she groaned and cried out like a mare in heat. She was good. I was good, too, and I made it good for her. I took her to climax…hers, not mine…and pulled out. Maybe it was cold, but I wasn’t there to make love to her. I was there to pay a debt, and I’d done that, in spades.

“My God, where did you learn to fuck like that?” she asked, panting.

“The talent came with the cock,” I said smartly as I unhooked the tool belt to put on my clothes.

“Would you be interested in a three-way sometime?” she asked.

“With two women or two guys?”

“Two guys--I’m enough woman for both of you,” she said.

“Sure. Give me a call.”

“What about more than two?” she asked.

“You want a gang-bang?”

“If you could round up some more guys, I’ll take on as many as you can bring,” she said. “I’ve had this fantasy about being fucked in the locker room by an entire football or baseball team.”

“Maybe I could arrange something at the gym where I work out,” I said.

“Oh, would you!?” she exclaimed.

“Well, it would depend on whether we could get the gym to ourselves,” I said.

“If you can’t, you can bring them all here to my place,” she said.

“I’ll call you,” I said.

With my debt paid, I turned my attention to Rich. We had a date set to meet in two weeks. I got us a room…a suite…at a motel about half way between and called him to tell him of the arrangements. While I was talking to Rich, my door opened and there was Jim Cooke. He didn’t wait to be invited in. He came in, closed the door and began taking off his clothes. Good. There was still the matter of sweet revenge for what he’d done to Rich and I was ready for him.

“Listen, I, uh…I’ve got company, can I call you back?” I said.

“Who is she?” he asked.

“It’s, uh…it’s that guy I told you about,” I said.

“Cooke?”

“Yeah.”

“Fuck him twice for me,” Rich said.

“Why don’t you come back here and do it yourself,” I said.

“Ask him if it’s worth my while to come back to school there,” Rich said.

“Hey, Cooke…I’ve got a guy on the line who wants to fuck you,” I said boldly.

“Okay with me,” he said with a shrug. “He says okay,” I told him.

“I want him to tell me it’s okay.”

I handed Cooke the phone. “He wants to hear it from you.”

Cooke took the phone. “It’s okay with me,” he said.

“Do you know who you’re talking to?” I heard Rich ask him.

“Does it matter? As long as you’ve got muscles and a big hot cock.”

“It might matter. This is Rich.”

Cooke held the phone away, a surprised look on his face. I just smiled.

“Uhhh…yeah…okay…it don’t matter,” he said and handed me the phone. I held it against my chest. “You’re telling him…Rich…that you want him to fuck you.”

“I said it was okay,” Jim said again.

I handed the phone back to Cooke. “Tell him,” I said.

Cooke took the phone back. “Rich…hey, man, I want you to come and fuck me.” Then he handed the phone back to me.

“Did you hear that?”

“Yeah.”

“And?”

“I was wishing it was you who said it.”

I was too surprised to say anything for a minute. The thought had never entered my mind till that moment and I felt a chill down my spine as I let the thought bounce around in my head. I hadn’t even wondered what it would be like to have a hot, hard cock shoved in my ass. “Jason? Did I say the wrong thing?” Rich asked.

I hesitated then replied, “No…no, you didn’t say the wrong thing.”

“Uhhh…did you hear what I said, Jason?” he asked.

“Yeah, I heard. Why don’t you pack your bag. I’ll be on my way in a little bit, as soon as I finish up here,” I told him.

As I hung up the phone, Jim Cooke stood ready to bend over the back of the chair.

“Damn, you’re hot for cock, aren’t you?” I said.

“I want you to come on the road games with me,” he said.

“I’m not one of the jocks; they wouldn’t let me on the bus. And if they did, you would have to explain why I was…”

“You can drive. I’ll pay for your gas and for a room in the same hotel the team’s staying in. I couldn’t come to you room till after bed check.”

“Will you be able to play football after me pounding your ass all night?” I asked.

“Coach says I’ve never played as good as I have lately…which has been since you busted my cherry.”

“Maybe I ought to be on the coaching staff; the official butt-fucker. It’d be my job to fuck every guy on the team before every game.”

“You could probably do it, too,” he said.

“If I can’t, I’m sure Rich would help out,” I said.

“Yeah, bring Rich along,” he said.

I was naked now. I turned on the CD player with some appropriate music with sort of a throbbing jungle beat. I casually adjust the crack in the door of the closet, making it look like I was closing it but it didn’t shut completely. Then I lubed up my cock. I started to wipe my hand off but Jim stopped me. “Don’t wipe it off yet. Lube me up first. Use your fist.”

“You want…my fist?”

“You used damn near your whole fist before,” he said.

This was going better than I expected. I squeezed out some more lube and spread it all over my hand, up past my wrist. Then, casual as hell, I pushed the chair into position. “There you go,” I said with a wave of my hand, motioning for Cooke to bend over it. Jim Cooke bent over the chair, almost facing the crack in the door, and took a big dose of poppers. I reached over and turned the CD player up a little; I didn’t want him to hear the soft whirring of the video camera in the closet.

“You ready?”

“Yeah. Give it to me.” I could tell the poppers were kicking in. “Fuck, give it to me up to your elbow.”

I started with one finger, then two, and he was already begging me for more. I squeezed all my fingers together and shoved them in up to the last knuckles. He moaned and sucked in some more poppers. I worked my fingers around inside him, stretching his hole.

“Give it to me,” he begged. “Shove your fist in there…give me your fuckin’ arm.” I force my hand completely into his ass. I was mesmerized by the sight of his gaping asshole squeezing violently around my wrist but more than that, I felt the great sense of power that I suddenly had over this man. Little did he know that I now had absolute power over his future…his life.

The music pounded its heady beat and the camera whirred and I shoved my fist deeper into his ass. Big Jim Cooke…university football star… God, he was going to look good on tape!