A Sizeable Difference Ch. 03

There was no mistake. He knew this one.

It was a pale white shaft, with a pink dickhead that went nicely with the ginger bush crowning the whole piece. There couldn't be any other dick like this one in the whole world, it could only belong to one man. It could only belong to Sean. Nate had stared at his cock for long enough in the locker room to recognize it anywhere.

He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, then opened them again, not sure that dick wasn't a dream. He was glad to see that it wasn't. So he slowly got closer to it and then sniffed the Quarterback's cock and balls, running his nose all over them and swinging that long dick, making it spring to life in no time. "Sean..." he thought, as he tried to burn that smell on his brain, never to forget it. He sniffed the underside of his balls, bouncing them up and down and taking in the scent of the man that made his heart go fast. He just couldn't believe he was going to suck the redhead of his dreams.

He kissed Sean's dickhead gently, as if saying "Thank you," and then went down kissing along the shaft until he reached the balls again, then went back up slowly, licking the whole thing with as much of his tongue as he could. When he reached the top, he licked the frenulum a few times, already aware of that area's high sensitivity from the other three cocks he had sucked today. "The training cocks," he thought. This was the main course. This was the cock he had to impress.

He tried to suddenly swallow it in a single movement all the way to the base, but only managed to get about two thirds down his throat. It was a big cock, even though it wasn't as big as Greg's, but it was certainly more than Nate could take. He went back to the head and sucked it a little, running it around his tongue and enveloping it with his lips, paying special attention not to touch it with his teeth. He couldn't make any mistakes. This was the dick he was born to suck.

After playing with the head, he tried to swallow it whole once again and got back when he felt he was gonna gag. He didn't know if that sound would turn Sean on or not, so he was trying to be as clean and smooth as possible. Then he went back to playing with the head, but this time he grabbed the balls as well, gently. He tried to swallow it again for the third time. This was Sean's first moan.

It was a deep moan, and Nate recognized his voice. It was him, there was no doubt about that. By the way he had moaned, Nate could picture his face, his eyes closed, lost in pleasure, his head tilted back, his beautiful lips open just enough to let that sweet sound escape. His face no longer had that boyish smile of his, but the manly grin of a true stud. A stud being treated right. Nate smiled with Sean's dick still on his mouth. He was only starting.

He went back to the head but now began sucking it at a steadily increasing pace until the middle of the shaft, working the balls with one hand and jerking off the other half of his dick with his other hand. The slurping sound became louder as he increased the pace, but Sean was breathing so deep at times that Nate could hear him over it, noticing how the Quarterback was becoming more and more fired up and beginning to lose his breath. And when Nate missed the sweet sound of Sean's moans, he tried to swallow him whole again, and it worked every time. Sean was his, Nate had complete control over the situation.

And after a couple of minutes, he became greedy. "You greedy motherfucker," he remembered the other guy saying, and he wondered what it would take for Sean to say something similar. What obscene words would come out of the ginger's mouth when he went all-in? He was getting curious.

He swallowed the Quarterback as deep as he could, then sucked half of his shaft ten times, and then sucked him deep again, then half nine times, then deep again, then eight times, and so on, doing one less half-suck each time, thinking hard about what was the best way to increase the pace in a steady, rational way.

Nate was strategizing.

Sean was moaning more and more, every time a little louder, but still trying to be quiet. Nate loved that he could work him so hard that Sean would make noise despite his best efforts to be silent in this public space. Nate loved being in control.

And when he reached the point of sucking him deep every time, he then began doing it at an increasing speed, and then rotating his whole head at the tip of Sean's cock and rotating it back as he went back down. Nate was sweating. He was giving it all he could.

Sean began to moan louder and louder. "Fuck," he finally said in a whisper, out of breath. "Come on," Nate thought, "I wanna know what you're going to say when I make you lose your mind."

He went faster and faster, deeper and deeper, rotating more and more, now using all his torso to turn his head as far as it would go and then back. He was a greedy motherfucker, he thought. Greedy indeed.

He kept doing that until he finally went beyond his own capabilities, and tried to swallow the redhead deeper than he could go. Nate gagged hard, and was forced to step back, coughing and trying to catch his breath. He felt like he had managed to take Sean's whole dick in this time, but he still wasn't ready for so much cock down his throat.

"Fuck!" Sean said when Nate stopped. "Come on, don't stop. You were doing a great job," he continued, not worrying about being quiet anymore.

Nate went back to work. "Fuck...", Sean whispered, the word slowly becoming a moan, and then a deep groan. He was sticking his dick inside the hole as much as he could, his chest and his hips completely pressed against the wall, his hands grabbing the top of the stall for balance while he stood on the tip of his toes, thrusting his whole body against the glory hole. He wanted more.

Nate decided to give it all he had once again, but he was beginning to feel his whole body getting exhausted by that intense workout: his arms, his neck, his jaw, the sides of his torso. He was exercising all his muscles on this blowjob. But that was not enough. He wanted to take it all in.

He pulled back for a second and took a deep breath, and then tried to swallow Sean to the base. When he got as far as he could he tried to stay there, holding his breath, dead set on not backing away while he absolutely couldn't take it anymore.

The Quarterback seemed impressed by that determination. "Fuck... you motherfucker," he said, finally beginning to cuss that cocksucker, making Nate roll his eyes with joy. "Yeah, that's it you slut, swallow my fucking cock."

Nate gagged and had to pull back. "Get back on that cock, motherfucker," Sean protested, and Nate complied with a smile on his face. "Fuck, that's it you cocksucker. Swallow that dick."

Nate loved the way Sean had now lost control over himself. Everybody knew the Quarterback was the nicest guy in the world, always trying to treat his teammates with utmost respect and attention. But Nate had now managed to reduce him to an animal state, forcing the ginger into a violent and arrogant mindset as he felt so overcome by that blowjob that he couldn't help but boss the cocksucker around, demanding he went faster, deeper, harder. Better.

And Sean had lost his mind so hard that he didn't notice what had become of him. At first, he had been trying to be as silent as possible, feeling self-aware of being sucked in public, afraid of being found out. But now he was groaning loudly and saying to Nate the filthiest things he could think of. And the cocksucker loved it when Sean called him names. Whore, slut, cocksucker. And then, as the Quarterback was getting closer and closer to shooting his load, dumb whore, dirty slut, fucking cocksucker. That was all music to his ears.

And although Nate still wasn't able to reliably suck him all the way to the base of his cock, he decided it was time to find out how Sean's cum tasted. He had always wondered that. So he began sucking him fast once again, jerking him with one hand and lightly slapping those big balls against his chin, sometimes grabbing them by a handful and pulling them down gently, making Sean's dick even harder.

The Quarterback wasn't talking anymore, he could only repeat one word. "Fuck, fuck, fuck..." And that word slowly became a moan, then a low sigh, and then a deep, animal groan as Sean's mind finally blanked, now unable to breath freely. He was lost in heat, and Nate knew he was getting near to his reward.

"Fuck!" Sean finally said, almost shouting. Nate felt the ginger's dickhead throbbing as he sucked it hard and jerked off the rest of his dick, not wanting to let even one drop of that sweet Quarterback seed escape his mouth. And then he felt the redhead's ropes of cum hitting the top of his mouth and then covering his tongue, again and again, filling his senses with the salty taste he had always craved, and the smell of that man's hot load, which made his whole body finally relax, aware that now all he had to do was enjoy the fruits of his labor. But he still kept sucking Sean's cock hard and fast as the ginger kept cumming, and swallowed all that cum without letting any of it go to waste. Nate had never felt so fulfilled. He had never felt like everything he had ever dreamed of had come true, and was now going down his throat, becoming part of him and forever linking him to the man of his dreams.

Nate felt like the meaning of life had been revealed to him, as he realized it had been hidden in the taste of that beautiful ginger's seed all along. He wished everyone could feel as happy as he felt now, and kept on sucking that dick, unable to ever let go.

But Sean suddenly winced and pulled his cock back. He had finished cumming and now his penis was now extremely sensitive, not ready for all the stimulation Nate insisted on giving it. "You hungry motherfucker," he said, laughing a little, but still kept his dick inside the hole while reclining against the wall, panting. Nate tried sucking it again, gently this time, but the Quarterback winced once more and took it away, laughing, pulling his pants back up, and breathing hard.

"Thanks," he whispered. "I needed that."

And the grateful tone of his voice made it easier for Nate to picture the size of the smile on his teammate's face. Then he heard Sean buttoning his pants and going away, and suddenly felt a little lonely, sad that it was already over.

The jock was still on his knees, frozen with joy. He couldn't believe what had just happened. He had sucked Sean McCarthy, Quarterback for the Baltimore Barbarians, the hottest ginger on Earth. It was too good to be true, this must have been a dream.

And with the taste of his cum still on his mouth, Nate grabbed his tiny little dick, surprised by how impressively hard it was, and began rubbing it, taking but a few seconds to shoot one of the biggest loads he had ever shot, cumming so hard that he lost control of himself for a few seconds and accidentally covered his pants with even more cum than the night's strangers had already done. And after he managed to recover his senses and get up, he stopped and noticed how drenched in jizz he was, but couldn't help but laugh.

His life seemed to revolve around being drenched in cum lately.

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For a second Nate feared the Assistant Coach would send him a fourth cock, since he had no energy left. He had given it his all on sucking Sean. But fortunately, Greg Marino sent a new message allowing him to go back to his dorm room. His job was done for the night.

Nate crossed the campus with jizz still all over himself. He had tried his best to take it off of his face, and wash his shirt and pants on the bathroom's sink, but it was just too much, and his hair still had a lot of it. Lucky for him, it was already somewhat late, and he managed to avoid the few people he saw on the way to his dorm.

He entered his room trying to be as silent as possible, since he didn't want to risk waking his roommate up. But when he opened the door, to his surprise, Rod was still awake, playing some game on his laptop, and wearing nothing but his boxer shorts, as he so liked to do.

"Oh, hey," he said, noticing Nate, but promptly ignoring him and going back to his game.

"Hey," Nate sighed in relief. If Rod had paid attention to him he'd probably have noticed how banged up he was. Nate quickly gathered some clean clothes and a towel, and began heading to the dorm's bathroom for a shower, but not before sneaking a peek at Rod, unable to restrain himself whenever that guy walked around almost naked like that.

And his roommate's strong arms made him think back to this morning's practice, and the several times those same arms had crushed his thighs with unbelievable strength.

Besides being roommates, Nate and Rod were also teammates.

And the jock wasn't sure if it was a blessing or a curse to spend so much of his time with such a hunk, being grappled by him on practice, then seeing his big dick as he showered in the locker room, then having to hide the way his shirtlessness and pantslessness messed with his head whenever they were both on that room. Which was always. And sometimes he was sure that guy only dressed that way to fuck with him, showing off his perfect Linebacker body and the brown, tanned skin that gave him such a sexy look.

"I'm gonna take a shower real quick," Nate said, instantly realizing he didn't have to justify himself.

"Whatever," Rod responded. He never showed any interest in his roommate.

And then later in the shower, as Nate couldn't help but jerk off once more while washing away the cum of all those strangers, he tried to remember every second of his encounter with Sean, still feeling the taste of the ginger's cum on his mouth. But before long his mind drifted to how hot his roommate was, but how cold toward him he seemed to be. Nate wondered if he could give Rod such a spectacular blowjob that the hunk would simply fall in love with him and begin tenderly calling him all sorts of names in the most passionate of ways, abandoning all that tough-guy attitude and becoming very friendly to him, praising him for his cock sucking skills with the same pride Greg had shown, and with the same gratitude Sean had shown. Nate was sure that one day he would become such a skillful cocksucker that he would win the favor of any guy he blew, now matter how aloof they were. And as he fantasized about the taste of his roommate's dick, Nate came for what seemed like the hundredth time that day, his legs became limp and he lost balance, having to recline against the wall not to fall, shooting the last ounce of cum in his balls as the hot water splashed against his panting chest just like so many ropes of cum had today, and having his mind become a blank once again, in the exact state he wished he could stay forever.

Hopefully, it wouldn't be long before he could get another man on his hands.

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