Dumb Jocks: Graduation Ch. 03

I watched the Latino's eyes widen and then glaze over as I began to describe how I fucked Callum in graphic detail. He began to blush and squirm in his seat, trying to hide the noticeable bulge forming in his jeans.

"So, what do you think? You still want me to help?" I asked, grinning.

There was a long pause as Demarcus went back to his phone and looked at his conversation with Callum. I saw him type, delete, and then retype a message before going to the college's homepage and pulling up his course details.

"I've got five subjects next year and all of them have got an essay that I have until Easter to write. Some of them are 40% of the grade but others are 60%. I need good marks in them."

He opened his schedule for the next year and showed it to me. Luckily, he was taking history too and all of his subjects were on war. Clearly, he had a thing for large swords.

"Looks like you've got a lot of research and writing to do. Good luck!" I replied as I handed his phone back to him.

"You think you can help?"

"Yeah, but you'll need to write the essay first and then I'll edit it for you."

I saw him begin to protest, and I cut him off, "before you say anything, that's the only way it works. If I write it, then your professor will know you haven't written it, whereas if you write and then I edit it, then we make it look like it was all you!"

Demarcus paused. He had wanted me to do all the work for him, but I could see that my argument made sense to him.

"Deal!"

"Hold on, we haven't agreed to what it is you're going to do in return for me!"

"What do you want?"

"You... I want to own your body, feel you... use you... command you..." I whispered, getting closer to him with each word.

"I want to make you feel so good that you beg me to fuck you just so that you can cum with my cock deep in your ass!"

I was next to him now, and I flicked my tongue out to catch his earlobe. He shook and broke the trance I had put him under.

"Not only do you get a good grade, but you get a mind-blowing fuck... So what do you say? You want to sign your body over to me?"

Demarcus gulped and his hands dropped to cover his crotch.

"I'll let you... you... have me once for each essay," he stuttered.

"No. Each time you come to me for help, I get to use you in whatever way I want for the next twenty-four hours," I countered.

"Um..."

"Oh and to seal the deal, I need some incentive right now," I said, cutting him off.

"Now?" he replied in a bit of a panic.

"Yep, my balls have been really heavy recently so some road head would be perfect! That is, if you want me to help you get a good grade!"

"But..."

"Well, hold on, let's just start with a blowjob!" I joked and got a glare in response.

"It's tinted glass so they won't be able to see what's going on and it's not like we're on a busy road!" I argued.

While we had been talking, there had been no cars either in front or behind us. We were on a deserted stretch of road and I could see that Demarcus was thinking the same thing.

"Okay, but you need to cum quickly and you need to promise me that you will help me with my essays next year. I need a good grade."

Rather than reply, I undid the seat belt and unclasped my trousers before pulling them around my ankles.

With one last look on the road, only to see it was empty, Demarcus got out of his seat and quickly moved to kneel in front of me.

There was no teasing. He went straight to sucking my cock, clearly thinking that making me cum quickly was the best thing.

Spreading my legs wide, I leaned back in my seat and enjoyed the feeling of his tongue swirling around my shaft.

"Damn, you look good!" I grinned, making him look up at me with those pretty brown eyes.

He tried to look angry, but with my shaft splitting his lips, his attempt failed miserably.

Focusing back on the blowjob, he began to take more of my length, slurping noisily with each extra inch he took.

"You like sucking my cock? Doesn't it feel good to be on your knees worshipping my fat dick?"

I could hear him disagree, yet all I felt was the vibrations of his words, so I kept on teasing him.

"Such a beautiful bitch!" I grinned, then moaned as Demarcus, annoyed at my taunts, forced his head down, only stopping when my tip pressed against his throat "that's it, take it all!"

Spluttering, he came up for breath. Running my fingers through his hair, I guided him to my balls, sighing when he took one in his mouth.

Damn, it felt good. His tongue flicked at the sensitive sack while he gently sucked on my right nut and then moved to the left. After a bit of groaning from me, he moved his hand to my shaft and began to beat me off.

"Woo-hoo! Yeah, boy! Get some road-head!!"

My eyes shot open and searched for where the voice had come from. Quickly, I noticed a run-down pickup truck driving alongside us.

Noticing that Demarcus had lifted his head up to see what was going on, I shoved him back down, unintentionally driving my cock deep into his mouth.

"That's it! Make that bitch choke!" The redneck hooted.

Lifting my hand in acknowledgement, I couldn't help but smirk back. This was beyond my wildest dreams. I was cool for once in my life.

Just as the pickup truck was about to move closer to get a better view, Rocky must have twigged what was going on as he put his foot on the accelerator and we sped away to the sound of wolf-whistling.

"Well, that was close, wasn't it?!" I said with a chuckle.

"Too fucking close!" grumbled Demarcus, before looking up at me, "aren't you close?"

"Unfortunately not. I mean, I could be quicker if you show a bit of flesh?" I grinned.

"You want me to take off my top?" He replied, confused.

"Ahh, come on, we both know that's not your best feature. Let me see that phat fucking ass!"

"Umm, I'd rather not!" He muttered, beginning to blush.

Intrigued, I forced my hand.

"Well, if you don't, then I'd rather not help you..." I trailed off, shrugging my shoulders.

He was still on his knees between my legs. My cock was still rock hard and only inches away from his full lips.

"Okay, but you got to promise me that you'll cum quickly!"

"Deal."

Undoing his jeans, he pulled them over his ass and quickly shuffled around to get them off.

I was ready to reach out and grip his cheeks, but stopped when I noticed what he was wearing. A sheer high-rise thong.

"Holy fuck!" I gasped.

"You weren't meant to see it," he muttered.

"Hey, I'm not complaining! Your ass was made for them. You look incredible!" I gushed, before stumbling over my words so that only a strangled moan came out.

"Thanks," he said, blushing under my lustful stare.

"Why?" I asked, the curiosity getting the better of me.

" I just like the way they feel," he paused, then with a shrug he said, "and I do look good in them!"

His shy grin told me that he was close to accepting his future as a bottom. Damn, he looked cute, and it was only when the car went over a pothole, making his vast cheeks wobble, that I realized why he had pulled down his trousers.

"Come here!" I demanded.

Slowly getting to his feet, he straddled my hips and sat down on my lap. Fumbling around in my bag, I pulled out my lube. I always came prepared!

Looking at his golden eyes, I smirked expecting to see him blush instead he pushed his lips against mine and we hungrily kissed.

Taken aback by his boldness, it took me a couple more seconds to flick open the lube. Letting him have control over our kiss, I moved my hands to his lower back.

With one, I gripped his thong and pulled it to the side while the other squeezed out a large glob of gel.

"Ahhhhhh!" Demarcus gasped, breaking the kiss when the cool lube hit his ass.

His hands reached behind and pulled apart his cheeks, moaning as the gel ran down his ass crack to his ultra-sensitive asshole.

Quickly, my finger followed the lube. Letting my digit get coated, I pressed gently against his tight ring.

"Ohhh..." muttered Demarcus, his lip quivering as I continued to add pressure.

"Fuck!" We both grunted at the same time when my finger invaded.

The tightness of his muscle around my finger surprised me, but it was the intense warmth that had me desperate to fuck him.

With more gel pooling at our coupling, I could easily push deeper.

"Oh, God!" whimpered Demarcus while I started to finger his hole.

Though his eyes were tightly shut, the way his body slowly rocked against mine, fucking himself on my finger, told me that he was eager for more.

"You ready to get fucked again?" I whispered in his ear.

He didn't answer, instead he raised his hips, making my finger slip from his grip. Facing me, the jock bit his bottom lip and dropped down. I felt his soft ass hit my cock. The tip slid along his crack. He stopped and wiggled his hips when he felt it pressing against his asshole, but he was too tight.

A forceful thrust only made my prick glide past his ring and become trapped between us.

"Shit," he cursed.

Grinning, I looked at him and said, "tell me what you want!"

"Not this again," he sighed before moaning as I flexed my shaft against his sensitive perineum.

"Please... please fuck me," breathed Demarcus, yet I wanted more.

Finally, with a raise of my eyebrow, he relented.

"I want your cock. I need your cock inside me. Filling me, stretching me, making me scream. I missed how it feels, how it throbs... plastic just ain't the same! Fuck me!"

The image of him forcing a plastic dildo up his ass made me shudder. It was something that I would have to see at some point, but at this moment, I had more important things to do.

Lightly slapping his ass to get him to raise up, I then grasped my shaft and ran the swollen head along his smooth crack until I came to his crinkled ring.

"Yes," he murmured.

Slowly, his hole opened up, welcoming my invasion to the chorus of hisses and gasps from the running back.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck..." he muttered between breaths, though he kept on sinking down, his tunnel stretching for my thickness.

Finally, his soft cheeks came to a rest on my lap. The intense warmth of his ass was incredible, but it was the grip that had me biting my bottom lip to keep from crying out.

"Damn... sooo big!" He grunted above me while flexing his ass.

With my dick throbbing for more, I began moving my hips. Because of his weight, I could barely move under him, though it was enough to let his tunnel get used to my size and relax its vice-like grip.

Knowing what I, and judging from his contented sighs, he wanted. Demarcus lifted himself from my lap. Gripping the headrest behind me, he held himself steady and then looked into my eyes.

He definitely wanted me to begin pounding his sensitive hole, yet I was feeling devious.

"What?" I asked as innocently as I could, with my dick halfway up his ass.

"Wh... w... ahhh," he spluttered until he fell into a moan as he dropped down my shaft.

Quickly raising himself up again, he began to fuck himself. Slowly at first, he then picked up speed, grunting each time he slapped his fat ass against me.

Over and over, he did this. His brown hair flying over his face, sweat forming on his brow as he tensed his core to keep on sliding up and down my pole.

Still, I kept my hands to myself. Though I really wanted to take his cheeks, hold him in place and fuck that amazing ass, I resisted. I wanted him to break. I wanted to hear him beg me again.

His tight tunnel continued to massage my length. The pleasure was only interrupted by the sharp shock of pain as his body slammed down onto mine. Yet, soon he started to slow down.

He might have been an athlete but, despite my fervent prayers, they never teach footballers to squat with a cock up their ass and it was beginning to show.

"Please..."

"Please?!" I questioned.

"Please... please fuck me!"

"And how do you want to be fucked?"

"Hard! Ohhhh god I need to be fucked hard! I want to feel your thick cock pound me. I want that fullness... fuck, I need that feeling... it's so good."

He looked me in the eye and then said, "fuck my phat ass. Make me scream!"

"That's what I wanted to hear, my slutty jock!"

Shifting my body further down the seat. I spread my knees apart, steadying my feet, ready to do what my himbo wanted.

"I'm going to fuck you hard. Every time you want to cum, all you're going to do is think of me and my cock."

He whimpered.

"Think of my thick shaft filling you up. Pounding at your tight ass until all you know is pleasure. You are my whore and when I call, your ass is going to tingle and not stop until it's split open by my cock. You're mine!"

"Fuck... fuck... I'm yours!" He moaned before screaming with bliss as I thrust up, burying my entire length inside him.

"Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!" He cried.

Dropping his head to my shoulder, he began wailing in my ear. The pleasure was too much for him and already I could feel my stomach getting soaked with his precum.

Driving in and out of his throbbing tunnel, I moved my hands to grip his soft cheeks and squeezed them.

"So fucking phat!" I grunted, lifting the orbs up so that I could see the jiggling flesh over his shoulder.

Unable to help myself, I began to spank him. Demarcus gasped at the sudden flash of pain before groaning when I went back to rubbing the red handprint.

I was about to slap his ass again when I heard the splutter of another engine. Turning my gaze to the right, I saw the truck that had been behind us was once again coming alongside.

The same man was there, hooting and cheering

"Yeah boy! Fuck that bitch!" he shouted.

Demarcus froze above me, yet I just kept on going, ramming my shaft inside him, making him squeak into my shoulder.

"Damn, son, you're going to break that bitch's ass apart!"

Hearing those words, Demarcus moaned and then slowly began to move his hips. Raising my hand, I brought it down and slapped the golden skin, causing the redneck to let out another holler.

"Look at that ass shake! Goddamn!"

The taunts and cheers continued relentlessly, but it didn't make Demarcus stop. I could hear his breath get shorter, and then he began meeting my thrusts.

The loud slap of his ass against my legs made the man shout even louder.

"It's like jello!"

"Fuck that ass, boy! That bitch loves it!"

Demarcus then let out a deep groan and hit the glass separating us and Rocky and Hunter. Taking that as a sign to speed up, Rocky put his foot down, and we shot forward just as Demarcus threw his head back and cried out to the sky

"Oh, oh, ohhh fuck!"

Grinding down on me, I had to grip his ass cheeks as he gyrated furiously on top of me.

Slapping his ass, he suddenly tensed. His soft flesh turned to muscle under my fingers and he let out a strangled gasp.

I felt his prick twitch violently and then a wet warmth soaked my tummy.

Picking up the pace, I continued to slam into his hole, causing whimpers and shudders to rock through Demarcus's body.

It wasn't going to take long. The blowjob, getting him to submit to me, then getting back inside his beautifully phat ass again was ball-clenching hot but then getting caught and cheered on by my rednecks was the icing on the cum filled cake.

"Take it!" I growled as the first thick load shot up the jock's ass, making him gasp at the sudden warmth.

Demarcus continued to whimper as more erupted inside him. Two, three, four waves of spunk filled up his tight ass until I finally slumped into my chair, exhausted.

"Dude! That was hot as fuck!" Hunter exclaimed as he put his head out the window.

Reaching out his first, I bumped it, then fell asleep.