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"Mom? Dad? Emma?" I call out, checking every room in the house. My mom's car isn't in the garage, but I have to be sure I was truly alone.
After confirming that my parents and sister were gone, I knew I had to act quickly. Who knew how soon they would get back?
Taking two steps at a time up into my room, I close my door and make a beeline to my closet. Underneath a pile of my wrestling gear in the corner was my secret stash. A worn, beat up duffel bag that contained all of my deepest, darkest secrets.
See, the thing is, from the outside, I'm Matt Casey, star wrestler at my high school, and on track to being Senior Homecoming King. I'm a beefy stud, close shaved brown hair, decently handsome even if my face is kinda square and blocky, and unbeatable on the mat. Everyone at school knows me, and no, I'm not one of those bully jocks you hear about.
But nobody knows who I really am. Or, who I want to be.
The first thing I do is strip out of my clothes, taking a moment to admire my beefy bod, with the perfect V-shaped torso and tight abs, hefty pecs, round biceps. Fuck, I'm such a stud. But there is no part of my body prouder than my ass. I turn to the side, admiring how perfectly round it is. One might even say my glutes are "overdeveloped". The guys on the team all joke about how I have a big meaty bubble butt. I laugh along, but they don't know the reason why.
See, I place an extra emphasis on my ass. I train legs three times a week, and I focus on glute exercises the most. Because, more than anything, I want to have the biggest, roundest, fattest, bounciest, juiciest ass. I want to become known for it. I want any person who looks at me to instantly notice how huge my ass is.
I turn so my back is to the mirror and look over my shoulder. Fuck, I'm looking good. My hip thrusts and Bulgarian split squats have been paying off. I go to grab my fat cheeks, moaning a little as my fingers sink in, loving how soft and squishy it is even though it's all muscle.
I stop myself before I get lost any further. I need to hurry up, the clock is ticking. I turn my attention back towards my duffel and underneath the top layer of old towels, I find what I need. I take the small piece of fabric and look at it.
My neon pink g-string thong.
I step into it and pull it up, loving how I have to tug it a bit so the waistband can slide over my fat bubble. I have to actually reach back and spread my cheeks with one hand to get the thin strap in between them. Admiring myself in the mirror again, I'm satisfied with how my ass cheeks completely swallow it up.
Then I reach down and find my best friend, the only one who truly knows me. My big, fat 9 inch dildo.
I grab my phone and navigate to my bookmarks, finding the perfect material to help me out.
`Luke's Big Butt Problems Chapter 5' by Charlie Walker.
Ever since I found this story online a year ago, I've been obsessed. It unlocked something inside of me. I always thought I was a typical straight jock, but reading about the main character, a baseball jock named Luke, and his journey to accepting that he's a fat assed jock pussy slut really resonated with me.
See, the truth, my darkest secret, is that I want nothing more than to be Luke Micucci. I want to be a total stud with an impossibly fat ass who gets dicked down regularly by the hugest dicks imaginable.
Of course, the story is pretty far-fetched. I mean, there's no way in real life any jock could have a hole that actually gets wet and self-lubricates, or that you could develop a medical need for getting bred, or even that you could take the over-exaggerated sized dicks Luke encounters.
But the core of it, the idea of just being a jock pussy, a slut for dick, a fat ass ready to take loads, drives me insane with lust and need. I want that to be me, more than anything else in the world.
Lubing up the toy and then sliding down onto it, I moan as I feel that stretch. The 9 inches are a challenge, and I actually still can't take it all the way to the base. But I follow some guys on Twitter who take footlong or bigger dildos, so I know it's humanly possible. Just like how I train hard for wrestling, I know I gotta train hard if I want a real jock pussy.
I scroll down to my favorite part. I must have read it dozens of times at this point. Pretty much anytime I wanna get off, even if I have to do it with just my fingers underneath the covers, I think about the scene where Luke takes on the scrawny nerd Mark's enormous 13 inch cock.
Mark is so hot. The author, Charlie, posted some art of him on Twitter by one of my favorite gay porn artists, DizDoodz, and the dude is adorable. All shy looks, curly red hair, the glasses and freckles, but best of all he has a dick all the way down to his knees. Of course, something like that can't exist in real life. But anytime I'm posting up and down on my dildo I imagine that it's Mark's cock, either I'm riding him or he has me bent over and is fucking my bubble so hard it bounces like Luke's does in the story.
This Charlie guy is such a good writer. He really paints a picture, which sparks my imagination and makes it so easy to picture myself in that exact scenario, sitting on Mark's face and letting him tongue-fuck my pussy until I squirt in his mouth, or I ride him like a slut in heat until he fills my guts with that huge nerd load. And the way the writer describes how Luke's stomach bloats a little from all that jizz drives me insane.
"Ohhh fuck yeah!!" I moan as I grind my dildo into my pussy. "Fucccccck my pussy!!"
Saying it out loud does something to me. Like it's so taboo, I still get so scared someone might hear me. But when I really get into the fantasy, I can't help myself. And then I imagine myself bent over, taking dick, and having someone else call my hole a pussy.
And that does it. Just a few strokes of my dick, and I'm cumming right onto the rank towel I had placed on my bed. My vision is blurry, but I really needed that orgasm. It at least took the edge off. And it was perfect timing, because a few moments later I hear the garage door open.
Grabbing my textbook from my locker, I glance down the hallway at the small group chatting loudly. There are a few girls with wild hair colors, a stockier guy with glasses, and then him.
Andy MacNally.
He's leaning against his locker, laughing at something his friend said. His jet-black hair is spiky today, like it usually is, matching his mostly black clothing. His shiny Doc Martens boots with the rainbow patch on it, matching the rainbow wristband he's wearing on one wrist and the rainbow watch strip he has on the other.
My other, other secret is that I think Andy is the hottest guy in the entire school. He reminds me of Mark in some ways, kind of, except he's a little bit taller, lankier. I actually don't know much about him. Just that he's in the `Japanese Culture Club' aka Anime Club, with most of his friends, he's into skating and punk rock, probably gay on account of the rainbows, and he's known as a pretty nice guy. He's not crazy popular, but nobody has anything bad to say about him.
Looks wise, he's perfect. He reminds of that actor, Barry Keegan or something, from that crazy movie where he humps a grave, with his black hair and blue eyes.
Skinny little nerds like Mark and Andy are totally my type.
But I could never go up to Andy and talk to him. Not because we're a cliche in those bad Netflix movies, the jock and the nerd, but because I don't share any classes with him and we don't have any friends in common. I thought about joining the Anime Club to get to know him, but I'm not actually that into it. One time I overheard him talking about an anime with his friends, and later that night I checked it out. It was alright, but not my thing.
So the best I could do was admire Andy from afar. Still, I couldn't help but let my eyes follow him.
And just my luck, while I'm too wrapped up in gazing at his angular face, crystal blue eyes, and that pitch black hair, he turns his head and makes eye contact with me. I look away quickly, trying to suppress my panic, but for a split-second I notice his confused expression.
Fuck, fuck. Hold yourself together, Matt.
It's just a few more months left of senior year, and I never wanted to come out in high school. Once I'm in college, I'll explore my sexuality, but for the time being I have to be DL. Which sucks, honestly. Cuz when I heard that I was nominated for Homecoming King, I couldn't help but imagine what it'd be like if Andy was crowned next to me.
I'm such a cliche. The closet case jock crushing hard on the cute nerdy gay guy.
I'm showering up after an intense practice. The locker room isn't really like what you hear about. Guys aren't walking naked, groping each other like in those stories. I mean, guys will compliment me sometimes on my glutes, but it's nothing too over the top.
I towel up and change then make my way towards the parking lot when I remember I'm missing a textbook I need for tonight's homework. Returning to my locker, I'm shocked to see Andy at his own. I don't know if he notices me.
When I'm rummaging around in my locker, I get one of those feelings that somebody is watching me. And when I look towards Andy, I find his eyes trained on me. Only he doesn't look away. I try to suppress the crazy butterflies that are going off in my stomach as he starts walking towards me.
"Hey, Matt."
"Hey, Andy." I say, playing it cool. I've gotten good at hiding my feelings, being closeted and all. Still, my mouth feels like sandpaper, but I don't think Andy notices.
"What are you doing here so late?" he asks.
"Ah you know, wrestling practice, just grabbing a book. What about you?"
He shrugs. "Working on my final for Studio Art."
"Oh cool," I say, noticing that he has some dried paint on his hands and some splatter on his shirt. "I didn't know you painted."
His face breaks out in a smile and I almost swoon. "Yeah, I love it. I'm actually thinking about majoring in Art in college."
"Oh cool," I say again, lamely.
"Yeah..." he says as the conversation trails off.
This is fucking awkward.
"Do you want to hang out sometime?" Andy suddenly asks me out of the blue.
I'm completely caught off guard. "What? Uh, why?" I say before realizing how rude that sounds.
He just shrugs again. "I figured it wasn't too late to make some new friends."
And the thought of being friends with Andy makes those butterflies in my stomach swarm.
That night, I'm a goner. I know better than to get my dildo out when anybody else is home, but I at least can finger myself a little while I work my cock.
Only this time, the star of my fantasies isn't Mark the nerd, but Andy. I imagine Andy behind me, one hand scissoring his fingers into my jock pussy, while the other strokes my cock.
"Yeah, take it, you've got such a hungry pussy, Matt," he whispers in my ear while I fight to suppress a moan. "Look at how well it swallows up my fingers, such a hot jock cunt. Made for taking my cock."
I imagine him unzipping his jeans and pulling out a Mark-sized cock, longer than a ruler, and just as I'm picturing him pressing the head of that weapon against my tight entrance, I shudder and make a mess in my hand, moaning into the pillow.
The more I hang out with Andy, the more I like him. Which is kinda bad news.
At first it was awkward. We didn't really know each other well enough. And I was too nervous, wondering if hanging out was more than just hanging out as friends. But, pretty quickly things started to change.
Talking to Andy became fun. He's a pretty funny guy, with a really dry sense of humor, sarcastic but not mean. He says it's because he watches a lot of British comedy shows. He's also an insanely talented artist. He showed me his Studio Art project, it's a gigantic canvas, big enough that it would take up the width of a whole wall, and at first I thought it was like a giant one of those black ink tests, you know the ones where you look at it and say what you see and it's supposed to mean something about your psyche? But actually Andy says it's meant to be a bird, like a giant raven, flying directly towards you. I don't know much about art, but it's really cool.
Andy is easy to talk to. I even ended up confessing that I tried watching some anime but didn't like it. Andy showed me a few shows he said I might like, one of them was like Joe-Joe's Adventure or something, and it's actually really cool. We started watching it together after school.
And the more we hang out, the more my fantasies run wild. I've graduated from Andy fingering me to him spreading my fat cheeks and tongue fucking the life out of me. Or he takes that fat cock and slides it between my cheeks, teasing my hole. A part of me avoids imagining him actually fucking me, because I feel like if I do that then there's no turning back.
One day we get to my house and there's nobody there. My parents left a note saying my sister was going to a dance recital a couple towns over, and some money to order a pizza. The idea of being completely alone with Andy, not at school or anything, almost makes me chub up. Almost.
I tell him I'm gonna grab my laptop, and he decides to follow me. I grab it and my charger, turning around to see him looking curiously at something on the floor.
Something pink.
My stomach drops. I feel like I'm going to pass out, but the panic is pumping adrenaline into my veins. I just stand there, frozen, heart racing, as he bends down and picks up the tiny pink thong. And when he's bent over, his head turns, he frowns, and he reaches underneath my bed.
No no no no fuck fuck no please no.
See, that morning I woke up so horned, I broke my own rule. I had to grab my dildo and thong, and I was getting so into that when my mom screamed "MATT!! You're going to be late for school!" I practically flew off the bed, and in my rush I just pushed my dildo and thong under the bed, thinking nobody would notice.
Andy pulls his hand from under the bed, and my worst fear comes true. Because his fingers are gripped around my dildo, which is, yup, still slick with this morning's lube.
He holds them both up, thong in one hand, dildo in the other, his face incredulous, looking back and forth between the two like he can't believe his eyes.
Fuck, ok, I'll just tell him those are my girlfriend's, I was using the dildo on her, she wears the thong for me, that's believable (unless he looks at the thong's tag and notices that it's in MEN'S sizes).
But when he looks up at me, his eyebrows knit together, my resolve crumbles.
My breathing gets heavy, I'm gasping for breath, feeling like I'm in a chokehold.
Now, I'm not one of those assholes who thinks it's unmanly or whatever to cry. But the sheer embarrassment of my secret crush finding my secret thong and secret dildo is overpowering, and I feel myself slipping into a panic attack.
I'm gasping for air and trying to say something. "Please..." gasp "Don't" gasp "Tell"...
"Matt, I'm not going to tell anyone!" Andy says quickly, tossing the thong and dildo onto my bed before rushing over, wrapping his skinny arms around my wide body, and then squeezing me into a surprisingly strong hug.
I bury my face into his neck, taking in his scent. It's so calming, it seems to center me.. Andy just holds me tight, rubbing soothing circles on my back, which honestly does help a little. After I start to calm down, Andy grabs my wrist and pulls me so I'm sitting on the edge of the bed.
"Hold on, I'm going to get you some water," he says before darting out of my room. My heart is racing, thinking that he might have bolted, but a minute later he comes back with a bottle of water from the fridge.
I take a few sips and try to calm my breathing.
Andy just sits there, still rubbing my back. I'm tense, thinking he's going to say something, but he just waits patiently for me.
"Uh so..." my stomach is tight, but I knew I couldn't lie to Andy, especially after that display, "those are mine." I say, nodding my head at the incriminating evidence of my secret.
Andy glances over at them, then turns back towards me. "Yeah, I figured."
An idea flashes in my head. Some straight guys like buttplay. The thong is harder to explain, but maybe I have like a sissification kink? Which isn't too, too far from the truth. But again, I can't lie to Andy. So I just sit there silently.
"Do..." Andy starts but then closes his mouth, trying to find the right words to say. "Are you...?" I know what he's asking.
I just nod. I'm afraid if I opened my mouth I'd upchuck.
"Okay," Andy says.
"Okay?" I ask carefully.
"Okay," he says again with finality.
And I don't know what it is, maybe the fact that Andy is so easy to talk to, or that he's most likely gay himself, or that I'm crushing so hard on him, but I start blabbering and tell him everything.
About how much I love bottoming. How I'm still a virgin. How I love having a big, fat ass. How hard I work to get said ass. How badly I wanna be a jock pussy. How I read these stories that inspired me. [a]
When I'm done, I just sit there, dreading his reaction.
"What's the name of that story?" he asks, catching me off-guard.
"What?" I say bemusedly.
"What's the name?"
"Uh... Jock Pussy Syndrome?" I confess.
"By Charlie Walker?" he asks, and my whole world comes crashing down. I nod in confusion.
Andy's jaw drops. "No WAY. NO WAY!!" he says in disbelief [b]jumping to his feet and pacing around excitedly.
"What? What?" I ask, not following along.
"Dude. DUDE!! Matt!!"
"WHAT IS IT!?" I ask again, his sudden burst of energy freaking me the fuck out.
"MATT! I LOVE those stories!! They're my absolute FAVORITE!"
It's my turn to be shocked.
"FUCK! Matt, you have no idea, I have such a THING for jocks, I know I'm a total cliche, but I love the idea of a jock being a pussy slut with a big fat ass. Charlie is my favorite writer, it's like he reaches into my brain and pulls out my fantasies!"
I'm stunned.
"He has the hottest sex scenes, all of his jocks have big fat asses, that JPS thing is so HOT, with the wet pussy stuff, I wish it were real! And not to mention, the way he weaves romance into the nastiest, filthiest porny sex is awesome."
I don't know what to say.
Andy grabs my shoulders and turns me towards him. And then he surges forward and crashes his lips against mine.
I sit there, stiff as a board (in more ways than one), as Andy kisses and nibbles my lips, swipes his tongue over the seam of them. I can't even open my mouth, this whole thing feels unreal, like a story that Charlie Walker made up, not real life.
After a minute of making out, or really Andy making out with me while I'm a statue, he pulls away. He looks at me, concerned.
"Uhhhh do you even want this?" he says, and I realize he's afraid that he's forced me into a kiss. It's a surprise, but not an unwanted one.
I think I make some kind of animalistic noise before I lunge towards him, kissing him with such force that he falls onto his back. We're scrambling, a mess of limbs and lips, making out like we're eating each other's faces, his hands feeling me up and groping every muscle until they settle on my jean-clad ass.
He cups my fat cakes and it's so hot how my ass is so big he can't get a firm grip on it. And it's not like Andy has tiny hands either. When he squeezes my cheeks, I pull away from his lips and let out a guttural half-moan half-groan.
"Holy fuck, you really do love having your ass played with," he breaths out.
I get on my back and start fumbling with my jeans. I'm in such a rush it feels like it takes forever to unzip them then pull them down over my thick thighs and developed calves. After my jeans comes my boxer briefs. When I pull them off my ankles, my legs go up and I know Andy gets a glimpse of my hole.
I can feel myself twitching down there, twitching with need. Fuck!! I wish I had Jock Pussy Syndrome!
Andy mirrors me and peels out of his jeans, also taking off his shirt. He's not scrawny, he actually has a surprisingly developed but very lean torso, and his stomach has a faint six-pack. He's so hot. He's even hotter than I imagined.
For a second we don't know what to do. Just breathing, making eye contact. Like we're waiting for the other to make the first move.
I'm going to die if I don't play with my hole right now, so I point towards the duffel that I threw haphazardly into my closet. "Lube's in there!"
Andy sprints over there so fast he should be on the track team. He grabs the lube, flips the cap, and in an instant I feel the cool, thick liquid drip down my hole, making my toes curl in anticipation.
I throw my head back when he starts rubbing my hole. Not lightly brushing it, it's not tender, he's really rubbing it good, the way Luke rubs his hole, and it's driving me wild.
"Holy fuck, Matt... You have a pussy. You have a fucking jock pussy."
Yes yes yes yes yes.
I have a jock pussy.
I'm your fucking jock pussy, Andy. Use me, use my cunt, fuck me, I need your cum inside me. I'm so wet, my pussy is so wet for you. Breed my slutty cunt, fill me up, make my gut bloat with your load.
"YES!" I gasp out as Andy presses his fingers into my hole and immediately my pussy spreads open for him, allowing two fingers inside. He sinks his fingers up to the knuckle and just the idea that for the first time ever, somebody else is doing this to me, it's not my own hand, almost sends me over the edge.
I'm trying to breathe steadily but all I can do is gasp out as Andy fingerfucks me. So fucking good. I think he knows what he's doing, because he's scissoring his fingers into me, spreading my hole just right, then he presses up and OH MY GOD.
He found my prostate.
I scream as my cock explodes, spewing my load all over my stomach, I'm shaking, convulsing as my cock is drained, the whole time Andy keeps working his fingers into me, it's driving me wild.
I notice Andy's other hand is flying, and I angle my head to see him stroking his cock.
His fucking cock.
His BIG fucking cock.
Now, he's not Mark sized. And he's probably not quite as big as my dildo. But for the real world, that's a big fucking dick.
Andy has a huge nerd cock.
"CUM ON MY PUSSY!" I beg desperately.
I didn't have to tell Andy twice. He grunts and brings his cock closer to my hole, then throws his head back as his cock unleashes a hefty load all over my hole, I feel each warm spurt on the outside, painting the ring of my pussy so good.
It's so hot that my cock twitches, but I'm totally spent.
Andy falls down onto the bed next to me, both of us breathing heavily. We both turn our hands, and I gaze into his crystal blue eyes. We meet in the middle, our lips mashing, tongues wrestling, our cocks may be spent but the flame of passion inside us hasn't died down.
While we make out, Andy rubs his load around my hole, fingering it into me a little, and it's so filthy hot that I want to ask if he's ready for round two.
And then I hear the garage door open.
I'm buzzing with excitement. I'm so jittery that I have to go to the gym during my lunch break and pound out a few squats to burn it off. And the extra benefit is that it pumps my glutes up a little.
And Andy definitely isn't complaining.
Andy, my boyfriend. I think.
After that encounter in my room, Andy and I had to clean up in a rush before my mom came up and knocked on my door. She opened to find two fully clothed teenage guys sitting side by side on the bed with a laptop in front of them. Nothing to see here, mom, move along. She wasn't suspicious in the slightest, because she has no idea I'm gay.
"Andy, are you going to stay for dinner?" She asked sweetly.
Andy glanced towards me and I smile at him.
"I'd love to, Mrs. Casey."
After dinner we agreed we needed to talk, but it was late and Andy had to get home. For the next day, I was elated. I felt like my feet didn't even touch the ground. Andy and I had kissed, he fingered me, then came onto my hole. He was just as into the jock pussy thing as me. I'm 100% certain he was into me, at least sexually, but I didn't know if he thought of me only as a friend.
After school I join Andy in the studio art room. He's working on his painting, and it has already become so much more detailed, the bird's wings silvery and each feather painted in exquisite detail. I do some homework while one of his classmates finishes up work on her own painting.
"I'm gonna head out, don't forget to lock up, okay Andy?" she says as she leaves.
Finally. We're alone.
Andy puts his painting stuff down and wipes his hands on a rag he keeps nearby. My stomach is buzzing in anticipation. A part of me wonders if we'd hook up again at school, which is so hot. I want to recreate all the scenes from Jock Pussy Syndrome with him, especially the locker room encounter in Chapter 5.
"So..." we both say at the same time.
"Uh, you go first," I offer.
Andy takes a deep breath. "I'm so into you, Matt. I've been into you for a while. I didn't know if you were into guys, but I wondered if I got closer to you I'd figure it out. I had no idea you were well... into the same stuff as me."
"Oh fuck, Andy, me too!! I know you caught me staring at you a few times. I wondered if we were hanging out or hanging out, you know what I mean."
Andy nodded. "So... cards on the table. I'm into you, you're into me."
I know what Andy was going to ask, and the butterflies in my stomach aren't a swarm but light and airy.
"Yes, I want to be your boyfriend," I blurted out, beating him to the punch.
Andy's eyes crinkle as he laughs. "I didn't even ask you yet!"
I cut him off by pulling him in for a scorching kiss. I feel like my life is unreal. Like as we kiss a camera swoops around us, light streams in through the windows, and the butterflies burst out of my stomach and encircle us.
Hey, I also like Charlie Walker's stories for the romance.
After what feels like ages, and my lips are sore to prove it, Andy breaks our kiss.
"My parents are gone Saturday night. Come over?" he asks. As if I'd say no. Especially seeing the heat in his eyes.
"And bring your duffel bag," he says with an evil smirk.
If I had JPS, my pants would be soaking wet.
The night in question comes quickly. Before I know it I'm parking on the side of the road near Andy's house.
I'm going to get fucked tonight.
I know it, Andy knows it. I'm not nervous at all. Just pure excitement.
My jock pussy is gonna get fucked by a real, not silicone, big nerd dick. Well, Andy is not too keen on being called a nerd, but he does it for my sake.
I have a surprise for him too. It's gonna drive him wild, I know it.
The door opens before I even have a chance to knock. That makes me smile. Andy is just as excited as I am. He's dressed comfortably, in sweats and a t-shirt. And I can see his dickprint through the sweats.
I step inside, shut the door, and Andy immediately pulls me in for a scorching kiss. I'm pretty sure we'd end up on the floor at this rate, so I reluctantly break our kiss.
"Do you wanna eat first, or...?"
"Fuck me now," I say, and Not-So-Little Andy is immediately at full mast.
I was already prepared. I had douched before coming, and I didn't want to eat first. Andy grabbed my hand and pulled me upstairs to his room.
Andy's room was a perfect reflection of him. He had tons of band posters, and some art pieces that he had made. My boyfriend was so talented. I didn't have a chance to fully admire them, though, because Andy's lips were on mine immediately.
We gasp into each other's mouths, my hands going under his shirt, feeling his abs, while he does the same to me. He brushes his finger against my nipple, and I moan into him. Then he reaches behind my back and his hands travel farther south. I grab his dick through the sweats, and yup, my boyfriend is rock hard for me.
Andy's hand slips into my jeans and he freezes when he only feels my bare flesh. He pulls away and looks at me.
"Are you going commando?" he asks.
I grin at him evilly. "Nope."
The heated look he gave me could melt the North Pole. I push gently on his chest and he sits down on his desk chair while I face him.
"Let me show you," I say throatily.
I unbutton and unzip my jeans, then turn around so my jeans clad ass is facing him. I know he loves the way my ass looks in jeans, but I guarantee he'll like it even better like this.
I slooooowly peel my jeans over my big, round bubble. I've been killing my glutes at the gym all week because I wanted them pumped for tonight. They're a little bit sore, but so worth it. Andy's breath catches when he notices the thin pink strip around my waist. He's never seen me wear the thong before, but I know he's been dying to.
He moans when I slide the jeans over my booty, and I know he's seen the black circle underneath my thong strap.
"Are you...?"
"Shhh." I shush him. This is my show.
I kick off jeans and strip my shirt. I'm standing there, in just my tiny neon pink thong, looking like a total jock pussy. Channeling Luke Micucci.
I bend over and reach behind myself, pulling the thong strap out of the way and firmly gripping the black circle with my other hand. I relax my hole and it pops out instantly, a decently big butt plug that I've been wearing all day in preparation.
"I wanted to make sure I was ready for you," I offer as an explanation.
"Fuck," he says under his breath.
I drop the plug to the floor, and then enact Step 2 of my plan.
Ok, so listen. Wrestlers have to be pretty damn flexible. Not gymnast flexible, but I'm more bendy than you might think. And I'm a pretty decent dancer. I'm not saying I'm fantastic or anything, but I've been watching tutorials on YouTube and practicing in front of the mirror to try and get this right.
Luckily my ass is so big and meaty, I don't need to try that hard. Just pop my hips a little, and my cheeks clap together. I do it again, with more force, and the clap is louder. I'm twerking as best as I can, and you'd think I'd be embarrassed but I feel so confident, I feel like such a jock pussy. Twerking for my big-dicked nerd boyfriend like a good jock slut.
"Matt, are you trying to kill me!?" He gasps.
I stand up again and grab my cheeks, bouncing them up and jiggling them, tapping them from the bottom to make them ripple.
Andy gets up behind me and grabs my ass so hard it hurts my slightly sore muscles a little bit. But I'm not complaining.
"Get on the bed so I can fuck that jock pussy and make that fat ass bounce," he growls.
Well, good thing I don't have JPS. Because if I did, I think I would have flooded Andy's room.
"Andy..." I moan as he taps my ass with his hard dick. I know he's making it bounce a little that way, and I can feel some pre-cum on my ass cheeks.
I get up on the bed on all fours, displaying my fat jock ass for Andy, shifting my hips to show off my bouncy cakes. I can sense Andy practically salivating, looking at my ass like it's a fine steak, ready to dig in.
"Ohhh fuck, come taste this jock pussy!" I moan all slutty, dropping my chest and arching my back to show him how much a slut I can be.
When I finally feel something warm and wet touch my hole, I bite the sheets and moan. I've never had a tongue on my pussy, but the way Charlie Walker describes it in his stories has always turned me on so much. He's written a few where it's almost entirely rimming focused, and I've been dying to have Andy chow down on my sweet jock cakes.
"YES!!" I moan as Andy spreads my cheeks and presses his lips against my hole. He must have done this before, because the way he is moving his lips and tongue was sending me to heaven. Each flick of his hot tongue against my sensitive little pucker makes my toes curl. I grip the sheets as hard as I can, writhing around as Andy starts to flick his tongue just right, the tip of it breaching my pussy and making me even hungrier for cock, craving penetration.
"Andy... so fucking good!!" I pant like a dog, Andy's mouth was incredible. And if his mouth could do that, then what his dick could do...
"You must have done that before!" I say with a sigh once he's done spending a good 10 minutes spit shining my pussy and making sure I was loose and ready for him.
"Nope! I kinda just copied the way that Charlie describes rimming. I saw on his Twitter that he's like an ass eating expert and based on your reaction, I'd have to agree," Andy laughs and smacks one of my cheeks, sending it bouncing.
I am so ready for what's next. Andy gets up on the bed behind me, and I feel his fat hog slap against my cheeks. His cock is as hard as a steel beam, and I can feel him leaving little imprints of pre-cum each time he taps my supple cheek with it. I hear a pop of the lube bottle opening and the wet sounds of Andy slicking up his cock.
The last time Andy had been with a guy was over three months ago, and he got tested in preparation for this. I'd never been with anyone before, so we were all set to go bare. We both wanted to get into that jock pussy breeding fantasy, and I trusted him. The fact he showed me his test results meant a lot, actually.
When I felt Andy's bare dick inside of me, any thought that I was anything other than destined to be a jock pussy was snuffed out like a candle. It was that moment in my life when I realized that I've found my calling. Fuck wrestling, I wanna be a pro jock pussy!
As Andy sunk inch by inch of his big nerd dick into me, I squeeze his pole with my pussy muscles and he groans.
"Matt, fuck, you're gonna make me cum already!"
The fact that my pussy was so tight, felt so good, that Andy was already about to bust made me feel so powerful. But I didn't want this to be over yet, so I reluctantly make my hole go slack and let Andy bottom out inside me.
I feel so fucking full, in the best way possible. There's no discomfort at all. It was like Andy's dick was made for my pussy. I'm in jock pussy heaven!
"Andy..." I moan, "Fucking go for it, ram my jock pussy with that big nerd cock!!"
I feel Andy's hands grab my waist, his long slender artist's fingers gripping me tight. Grabbing me like I was an object, fuck I feel like I feel like I'm just a fleshlight at this moment, that Andy was gonna bitch me out. I have to stop myself from squeezing my pussy again, but I'm so hungry for cock I nearly can't help it.
When Andy starts pulling his cock out of me, I whimper. I wanted to be full! I wanted to be fucking STUFFED! But I should have known that as soon as most of his length was unsheathed from my pussy, he snaps his hips and slams into me with all his might.
And soon enough I'm moaning like a whore into the mattress, shaking my hips to match his thrusts. I bet from Andy's point of view, my meaty ass cheeks were bouncing and clapping so good around his thick cock. The thought turns me on so much that I start throwing my ass back even more, and I realize Andy's thrusts become shallower as I take over and work my ass on his cock.
Holy shit, I'm a jock pussy power bottom!!
Andy's breath was getting heavier, and his grip around my waist was weakening. "Matt..." he breathed out.
"Fuck not yet, just hang in there a little bit more!!" I said while I continued to throw my ass back. Andy weighed less than me, and he didn't have my muscles, so I was surprised to find out that I was riding his dick so hard it was literally pushing him backwards.
Andy's cock beat my dildo by far. It was softer, warmer, fleshier, and it still hit all the right spots. I can't believe I waited so long to try this! And the fact that Andy has more experience than me was good, because he REALLY knew how to work his cock into me.
As my nut gets closer, I start to slow down my power bottoming. I don't even need to say anything to Andy, he takes over and grabs my hips again, and he seemed to get a second wind because his thrusts were so powerful his bed knocked against the wall!
"Aw, baby, feels so fucking good in my jock pussy!"
"Yeah you like that? Of course you do, jock pussy slut made for taking some major nerd meat. Nice tight cunt for cock. Need to knock you up, Matty, need to breed my jock pussy."
Oh fuck. Andy is a master dirty talker. It was like everything he was saying was written by Charlie Walker himself!!
"Oh fuck yeah, my pussy..." I moan, feeling myself melt into the mattress as Andy pounds me the way I deserve. He treats me like a pussy and it just feels so right. I can't stop myself from clenching my hole around his cock, the deeper he goes the more I'm twitching.
"OH FUCK RIGHT THERE!" I groan, hooking my legs around him to keep him in place. He angles his cock just right, and he hits a spot in me that makes my toes curl. I'm right on the edge, and I need Andy to cross the finish line for me.
"FUCK, here it comes, Matty! FUCK YEAH, TAKE MY JIZZ UP YOUR JOCK PUSSY. GONNA KNOCK UP THAT CUNT, FUCK!!!" Andy roars, and I'm rewarded with a flood of warm, sticky cum inside myself.
It doesn't feel like I expected it to. It's a little odd and foreign, but there's no denying that its warm and feels kinda good. But the idea that I'm just a pussy, ready to be bred, fills my head and makes my body shudder. I have a flash of an idea, Andy passing me around to his nerd buddies and them all using my cunt, which makes my balls tighten up. Oh fuck, am I actually gonna cum hands free? That's supposed to be really difficult. But I'm close, I'm so close. I'm right on the edge, and I just need one more push. Andy reaches around me and brushes his fingers up against my straining cock, which is enough to make me explode all over his sheets.
I have a full body orgasm, shaking like crazy, moaning and screaming as I empty my balls onto his now-soiled bed sheets. In my head I picture my pussy cumming, squirting all over Andy, bathing him in my cunt juice as I have a JPS pussygasm all over him.
Once I'm totally spent, I turn over and collapse onto Andy's bed. He lays down next to me and turns his head. Looking into his gorgeous blue eyes, having just had mind-blowing sex for the first time, I feel a special connection to him.
"Thank you," I say, grateful he made my fantasies come true.
Andy smirks at me, one of his sexy little grins. "Are you kidding me? Thank you, Matt!"
We both laugh, glad that we're on the same page.
"That was pretty incredible. I guess the jock pussy stuff works for both of us."
"Yeah, who knew our kinks were gonna match up so perfectly."
"You know what? I wanna write to Charlie Walker. I bet he'd think it's cool that his stories brought us together. Who knows, maybe he'd wanna write a story based on us!"
"Fuck, Matty, that's such a good idea. Can you imagine if we read a story about us?"
We both grin at each other. Andy gets up and hops on his laptop, ready to type out an e-mail to our favorite smut author of all time.
"Okay, how should we start? Maybe we should write from your point of view..."
"Hmmm... how about this: `'Mom? Dad? Emma?' I call out, checking every room in the house. My mom's car isn't in the garage, but I have to be sure I was truly alone.'"
Andy's grin shines at me. "I think that's perfect."