Dumb Jocks: Graduation Ch. 03

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The next morning, I woke up to an empty room. The laptop and, more importantly, the hot running back were both gone, leaving me alone with the faint smell of cum lingering in the air.

Reaching for my phone, I saw that it was only six in the morning. Far too early for me, but after nearly ten hours of sleep, I was wide awake.

Getting out of bed, I had a long shower before finding some breakfast. Meeting up with Colin in a local diner, we both ordered some pancakes.

"I'm fucking starving!" I chuckled while drowning my pancakes in maple syrup.

"Calm down! You're going to be diabetic with the amount of sauce you've got there!" my friend laughed as he took the jug from me and used it himself.

"You gonna tell me why you're acting like a fat man at weight watchers?" Colin asked after he had taken a bite of his breakfast.

"You know, fucking this, fucking that..." I replied absently, "hey, how's the revision going?"

"Dude, it's not even funny how many fucking exams I have to take!"

"Ah, well, that's your fault for taking chemistry!" I shrugged and received a kick under the table in reply.

"You still going to look to transfer after this year?" I continued after I pushed away my empty plate.

"Yeah, I need to get good marks in these exams and I've been told that Midwest college will take me on. Graduating from them will look a shit load better on the CV!" answered Colin between bites of pancake, "thought you were going to do the same?"

It was true that I had been thinking of leaving Midwest Northeastern. It seemed like the right thing to do for my future. Several colleges were offering to take me on, especially after I had helped the football team to pass the test.

However, the last couple of days were starting to change my mind. Then again, it would probably wouldn't change anything. Though I had enjoyed Rocky and Hunter's ass, they were starting to build a life together. Callum was also graduating, with a better grade than he deserved, though after the pounding I had given him the night before, I suppose he had earned it.

So that just left Demarcus, and there had been nothing from him. If the others had come back for more action, would the Latino eventually succumb too? I didn't know and my mind was a mess, constantly thinking about it.

"Hey? You still with me?" Colin snapped his fingers in my face and brought me back to the present.

"Yeah, just daydreaming," I shrugged, "haven't thought about what I'm going to do next year. In a weird way, I'm going to miss this place."

"Really! Why?! This place is full of meatheads and idiots," Colin laughed.

"It's just grown on me." I shrugged before changing topics, "you ready to go smash some dork's army?"

"Fuck yeah! I need something to get my mind off the periodic table!"

Paying the waitress, we made our way to Colin's room and picked up our miniature armies before going to the gaming shop.

*

"Nerd!"

It was Wednesday afternoon, and I had finished my first exam. I was walking back to my room to begin some more revising for my second exam on Friday.

Though it felt like weeks ago, it had only been ten days since I had fucked Rocky, Hunter and Callum on consecutive nights. My balls were heavy, but I had promised myself I would only empty them once I had finished the school year, hopefully with Callum. After all, he did owe me for his grade.

"Nerd!!"

I knew that voice and yet, when I turned around to see Rocky running towards me, my breath caught in my throat. His large muscled body shook with each footstep, his pecs rippling inside his tight sports shirt and his thick blonde hair bounced. If he were topless and wet, he would have fitted in perfectly with the Baywatch cast.

It made me laugh that last year if I had seen an athlete charging at me I would have been sprinting the other way, desperate to avoid a beating, but that was at high school. Whereas this hunky jock had taken my cock up his ass several times.

"What are you smirking about?!" Rocky demanded when he caught up with me.

"Er... nothing," I replied quickly.

"Whatever," he frowned, "look, I need your help."

He had a worried expression on his face and the last time that had happened, he had been desperate to impress his dad after years of lying to him. I had come up with an idea for him and, of course, I had got his ass in repayment for my intelligence. Just thinking back on how I had fucked him while his dad had been on the phone made my cock harden.

"Oi!"

Rocky pushed me, and I stumbled back and fell into a tree.

"Shit nerd, I'm sorry. I keep forgetting how small you are!" he apologized as he pulled upright, "well, you're not small everywhere are you!"

Winking at me, he quickly grabbed my prick and squeezed.

"Um... you needed my help?" I blushed.

"Yeah, it's about the personal training business..."

"It's going well. I see that you've got twelve clients now! That's damn impressive," I smiled at him.

Two weeks and twelve people had signed up for the special offer package. Three sessions per week for $400 a month and after each session with the client, someone new seemed to sign on, all of them had been men in their late forties and when I saw his one-on-one sessions, I could see why the men had signed up.

Rocky was very hands-on. I wasn't sure whether the clients had suggested he take his top off or he had just wanted to show off. Either way, he ended up wearing only his tight shorts that did little to hide his swinging cock. Not only were the men getting fit, but they were being treated to a show they would have had to pay hundreds for in a strip club.

"Yeah, I'm actually pretty impressed with myself to tell you the truth, nerd. I've got three more guys who want to sign up, though it's going to take a while to get them into shape," he said with evident pride, "but that's not what I need to talk to you about."

Rather than speak up and ask him what he meant, I waited for him to continue. He was clearly struggling to find the right words, and I knew my butting in wouldn't help.

"See, the thing is that I haven't told my dad I've dropped out and... well, I don't think I can make him understand how well I've done for myself..." he stuttered before pausing.

I waited for him to continue, but he clearly felt like he had said enough as he looked at me for an answer to a question I had no idea he had asked.

"Okay, so you want me to call him for you?" I questioned quizzically.

"No idiot! I need you to come with me to see my dad. You're better at explaining how much money I'm making and you can show him that the business is actually a really good idea and... and I haven't failed..."

The huge former linebacker trailed off at the end and my heart broke a little to see it. Living up to his dad's expectations was clearly a massive thing for Rocky and he didn't want to disappoint him with the news that his son had squandered his scholarship.

While I thought about how hard it was for him, I suddenly thought that I didn't know where Rocky actually came from.

"How far is it to your dad's?"

"It's a four-hour coach journey," he replied quickly.

"Crap, that's..." I began to say before he cut me off.

"Followed by a two-hour bus ride."

"Dude!"

"Then a half-hour walk."

"Fuck that!" I exclaimed.

While I loved the guy and I wanted him to do well, I wasn't about to waste thirteen hours traveling for something that could be done over the phone.

"Please, it'll mean a lot to me," he pleaded, and I saw the hope in his eyes, the same eyes that had looked at me when I had first invaded his virgin ass and I knew that I couldn't say no to him.

"Hire a car and I'll think about it," I replied after a while, thinking about his tight asshole.

"Yeah, course, I'll get Hunter to do it and we can share the driving," he grinned and went to give me a hug before remembering that I was a nerd and lower on the pecking order than him especially, when out in public.

We went our separate ways after that and when I got to my room, I pulled out my revision notes and began to study.

Later that night, I got a call from Rocky. Seeing his name flash on my phone made me reminisce about the times he called to ask me over for a study session, which always ended up with my balls lighter and his ass or mouth full.

"Hey man, I've got a car booked and it'll only take four hours to drive to my dad's."

"Man?" I mouthed.

Clearly, I was going up in Rocky's estimations, that or he really wanted me to come along.

"I'm not sure. It's a long journey to make..." I said slowly, wanting to tease the jock before agreeing.

Then Rocky pulled out his trump card.

"Actually, it's more like five hours as I've agreed to drop Demarcus home. So he's going to ride in the back with you," Rocky said.

He kept on talking but I wasn't listening as I was too busy celebrating my good fortune. Rocky and Hunter were off-limits to me, but Demarcus was fair game and I had faith in my abilities to get him bent over with my cock up his ass, especially with five hours to convince him.

"Give me the car rental firm. I want to change the car for our journey and you've got a deal," I said, an idea already forming in my mind.

"Deal!" Rocky replied with a relieved laugh.

Hanging up, I didn't have to wait long for Rocky to send over the car hire details. Finding the vehicle I wanted, I changed them around and happily paid the added fee. If it went the way, I hoped the $10 admin fee would be money well spent.

*

The next couple of days were spent in the library or in my room with a nose in a book or answering practice questions online. There was no time for fantasizing until Friday evening when I was finally finished for the year.

Unfortunately, my friends all had exams to come the following week, so I had no one to celebrate with. Cracking open a beer, I booted up total war and began my campaign to conquer the Roman world.

I was three hours in and on my second can when there was a knock at my door. Initially, I hadn't heard it over my music, but the second, louder attempt was hard to ignore.

Huffing in frustration, I pulled myself out of the chair and peered through the keyhole, hoping that it was someone I could blow off.

Pressing my eye against the door, my heart did a double-take as I took in the sight of Callum. I definitely wasn't going to blow him off, but maybe he could do that for me.

Opening my door, I grinned widely. He was wearing his football shirt and jeans. Obviously, I would have preferred him in the tight white leggings he wore on the pitch. Ignoring my dreamy expression, the handsome jock pushed past me and forced the door shut.

"Can't stay long, nerd. I've got a massive house party to go to and then I'm home tomorrow."

"Okay," I replied slowly, confused as to why he was telling me this.

"But before I go, I had to come over and say thank you one last time for the essay. Even if my exam is crap, I've got a better mark than I could have dreamed of and there's only one way I know to thank you for that."

Callum smirked at me before dropping to his knees and tugging my loose shorts down. My cock sprung free and bobbed in the cool air.

"Now I've only got five minutes. Do you think you can hold out for that long?" Callum asked teasingly.

"Someone's got a high opinion of themselves," I retorted before gasping when he swallowed my tip, "fuck! Let's get you to that party!"

Gripping his head, I thrust forward, pushing as much of my length inside his warm mouth as possible. When I hit his throat, Callum gagged while I let out a groan.

"You've got to relax, slut! I know you can take all this cock!" I breathed while putting pressure on his head and pulling him towards me, "relax, relax... fuck! That's it!"

I burst into his tight tunnel and held myself there, luxuriating in the feel of the grip on my cock. I felt him tap my thigh urgently. With reluctance, I let him pull back.

"Damn, I'll never get used to that!" I chuckled softly.

"Nor me..." Callum coughed.

"You did say you wanted me to be quick," I shot back, "which means rather than talking, you should be worshipping my cock and balls!"

Rather than reply, the dapper black man bent lower and took my balls in his mouth, bathing them in warmth while his tongue licked the sensitive skin.

"So obedient... oh, yes!" I groaned when he switched to my other ball and at the same time, his hand came up to jerk my cock.

With spit coating my shaft, his hand shot up and down, rapidly beating me off, and after days of no action, I was already close to exploding.

"Suck my cock!" I demanded, and he hurried to obey.

Seeing someone like Callum, a stylish, good-looking, popular footballer eagerly follow my commands and hungrily blow me was an aphrodisiac to me. While several jocks had let me fuck them over and over again, it still amazed me to see one of them so submissive.

The running back's full lips were wrapped around my shaft, pumping up and down while his hand squeezed my balls.

"Ready for my cum?" I asked, though his answer didn't matter at that time.

His big brown eyes looked at mine and he nodded his head eagerly, causing my cock to swell inside his warm mouth.

"You going to swallow it, like the slut you are?"

Again he nodded, and I saw his free hand grip his crotch.

Throwing my head back, I gripped his French braid and tensed as I let out a roar of pleasure.

"Cumming..."

My butt tightened, and a thick blast of spunk erupted into Callum's mouth.

I felt him swallow thickly before the second, then third load shot out.

All the pent-up cum from the last week was filling up the submissive jock's mouth, and he fervently lapped up everything I had to give.

"Fuck!" I gasped as my explosion dwindled and my legs wobbled.

Stumbling back to my seat, I sat down heavily. My vision was blurry. I took deep breaths as my cock continued to twitch softly.

"I hope you liked that nerd because that's the last time I'm going to do that."

I looked at him mournfully.

"Sorry dude, but I'm graduating," he chuckled, then smiled, "there is one final gift that I'm going to give you, but you're going to have to wait to find out what it is!"

He winked before licking his lips clean.

Using his phone's camera to check he had got all my spunk, he then popped a stick of chewing gum in his mouth and left me with my softening prick.

*

The next couple of days, I played games and waited for my friends to finish their exams. Lost in the midst of shooting aliens, and not having to attend any lectures or seminars, I totally forgot what day it was. So when I had someone banging on my door on Thursday morning, I ignored it.

"Nerd!"

The shout was followed by a series of blasts from the car horn, on top of the knocking on my door and now my window. There was no way that I could pretend to have not heard it.

Rubbing the sleep from my eyes, I pulled the door open to see Hunter about to thump on the wood again.

"Dude, get dressed. We've got to go!"

Turning on my phone, I saw that it was ten. My afternoon gaming session hadn't finished until the early hours of the morning, and I was still tired.

Letting himself into my room, Hunter threw apart the curtains and opened my window.

"You really needed some fresh air in here," he scoffed.

"You've got ten minutes to have a shower, get some shit together and meet us outside," Hunter said before turning to leave, "don't make me come back here!"

With the threat hanging in the air, I quickly packed some stuff together, and then ran to have a shower. Getting out feeling refreshed, I pulled on some loose, comfortable clothing for the long journey before heading to the parking lot.

Straight ahead of me I saw Hunter and Rocky sitting in the front seats of an open back two seater dark blue pickup truck.

"This wasn't what I ordered!" I said, confused, as I had been expecting a station wagon that was big enough for me to sleep in. This definitely was not that.

"Shut up, nerd, and get in!" Rocky shouted in response.

"But where am I supposed to sit?!"

"Up here," Demarcus said, leaning over the side of the truck.

In my shock at seeing the car, I hadn't even noticed the Latino was even there. Walking around to the back of the truck, I saw that he was sitting on a bucket seat nailed down to the pickup bed with an empty one next to him.

"What the fuck?! Is that legal?" I exclaimed, but Demarcus just shrugged his shoulders.

"Get in, nerd. We're wasting time!" barked Rocky.

Using the hand bars at the side, I pulled myself up onto the flatbed. Dumping my bags, I then walked towards Demarcus, who was wearing black jeans and a white MWSC hoody.

"This can't be comfortable," I grumbled at him.

"It's not too bad," the footballer shrugged.

"You can push it back," he said while pulling a lever, making the back of the chair slant backwards, "see."

"Awesome," I muttered sarcastically.

Taking my seat, I buckled up and seconds later, Rocky roared off.

We were two hours into the trip and I was listening to music while playing on my phone. I had tried to talk to Demarcus, but with nothing in common besides the intense fucking sessions that we had experienced, the conversation quickly stalled.

The bucket seat was starting to get uncomfortable, making my bum feel numb. Luckily, we were on the highway and the speed Rocky was driving at, we were making good time. I was reading my kindle when I suddenly heard Demarcus gasp before looking over at me several times in quick succession.

Knowing that he wouldn't ask me outright what was wrong, I pulled out my earbuds and faced him.

"What's up, Demarcus?"

"Nothing... well, actually, it is something but, um..." he stuttered.

Showing his phone screen to me, I tried to look at the message, but he pulled it away.

"I just got a text from Callum. He got an A- in his essay. He bumped his GPA from 1.8 to 2.9! That's fucking insane!" he said while reading off the screen.

"Damn, that's better than I thought," I muttered, congratulating myself.

"I didn't think he was going to even pass the year. Imagine the job offers he's going to get now," Demarcus shook his head in disbelief while texting a reply.

Seconds later and his phone buzzed again, followed by several more messages coming through. He read and then reread them before staring at me.

"Dude! Callum said that it was you who got him that high mark! What the fuck?"

"Well kinda," I said, trying to sound modest, "I mean, I added some bits to the essay, but it was mainly him. I just know what markers are looking for, you know?"

"No. You know what the markers are looking for?! What does that even mean?"

"Well, when they read essays, they have a checklist of things they want to see and then mark them off. It's just knowing what to write." I shrugged.

To me, it was really that simple, yet the way the footballer stared at me, to him, it was something otherworldly.

"Nah man, you must have a magic fucking touch!" chuckled Demarcus.

"Magic touch?! What have you been smoking?"

"Look, can you help me?"

"Course, did Callum tell you what I got in payment?" I asked, looking into Demarcus's golden eyes.

The Latino went back to his phone and scrolled through the messages, "all he said was that it was well worth it... what the fuck does that mean?"

"Come on, Demarcus, I think you know!"

He looked at me blankly, and I realized that I needed to spell it out for him.

"I had my way with his body in exchange for the essay," I replied, running my eyes over the footballer's body and seeing a twitch in his jeans.

"Not only did he get an A grade essay, he also got my thick cock stretching out his tight asshole! If you ask me, he got a very good deal!"