Date: Thu, 20 Jan 2022 19:44:45 -0300 From: eddie edizejavi Subject: A Sizeable Difference Ch. 05 Please remember to make donations to Nifty if you can. This is a very interesting project that we should keep alive. You can do so at https://donate.nifty.org/donate.html *** A Sizeable Difference V - Cadence by eddie edizejavi --- There was a guy passed out on the yard out front, and his friends were trying to get him up. Beer, vodka, tequila. People smoking something funny. Inside, the lights were low and the music, loud. Boys and girls had their arms around each other. It was party night. Nate arrived alone. He knew his teammates would be there, but, honestly, he was still to make friends with anyone since he'd moved to Baltimore, and looked about the room a little lost, not sure if he should have come. He had hoped to get here with Rod, at least. For some reason, his roommate had been very nice to him lately, even smiling now and then. But he and that hunk still weren't exactly buddies, and the boy lost any hope he was beginning to feel when the Linebacker left for the party early, without a warning. Nate almost gave up on going out. But staying alone in his dorm room would be just too depressing. He noticed how big this house was, and how hard it was to tell how many people were in here right now. Stretching his neck over the crowd, he only found three or four familiar faces, people from some of his classes, but not really anybody he could approach out of the blue like that. He sighed, reminded of how little friends he had in high school as well, and decided to go grab something to drink. Booze usually helps in times like this. As he tried to get past the sea of couples dancing and making out, he heard a big commotion coming from where he guessed the beer kegs would be, a very familiar ruckus, though it sounded a little rowdier than usual. The Baltimore Barbarians were standing around a foosball table, drunk. One of them had apparently spilled his drink over it, and was now being joshingly scolded by his colleagues. When Nate got closer, one of the studs recognized him, a short, stocky guy with an upturned nose, whose dick the boy remembered being nice, uncut, hanging to the right. He shouted Nate's name as if they were very good friends, then proceeded to give him a lighthearted noogie as the rest of the team took notice of him as well, and began effusively patting him on the back, promptly getting a beer in his hands. The boy smiled shyly, a little flustered by their warm welcome, confused to find himself surrounded by so many friendly faces all of a sudden. He was usually so worried about keeping his distance from them, afraid they'd see him naked, or notice his stares, or smell the Assistant Coach's cum on his chest, that he never had the opportunity to talk to his teammates and get to know them better than just memorizing how each of their dicks looked. All he knew about them he had overheard as they talked to each other, with a towel on their shoulders and their cocks swinging freely. But now, for a change, those jocks all had their pants on, and he wasn't smelling of anything suspicious. He could finally relax and enjoy the company of those handsome hunks, although "relaxation" wasn't exactly the effect they had on him. The stud playing foosball scored a point, and there was another big commotion. The guy he was playing against cursed out loud, very angry, grabbed a shot glass from the counter nearby, took a deep breath and slammed it, coughing and cursing again before stepping aside. Turns out they were playing against the boys from the basketball team, and this last game had brought them to a tie. "Hey, Nate!" one of his teammates, Black and tall, shouted over the music, pulling him close enough so that they could hear each other. "Are you any good at this?" he asked, pointing at the little plastic men on the table, but Nate took a while to give him an answer, instead picturing his dick, whose hefty, cleanly shaved balls were just too big to fit in someone's mouth both at the same time, a dark choking hazard he would love to play with. "Yeah, I guess I'm good," he eventually replied. "You sure?" the big guy pressed on, his tone very serious as he arched his thick eyebrows and squeezed Nate's shoulder with his strong grip. The boy didn't get why he was being so intense. "Yeah, I used to play it when I was a kid," he tried to reassure him. "Good, then you're next. We need a win, dude." Nate looked around and noticed all the other guys had that same face on, a fierce, confident smile he hadn't seen on them yet. He was starting to get it now, they were taking this game seriously. And so should he. When the basketball team agreed on who'd play for them now, Nate's teammates pushed him forward, cheering him on. His cup was still almost full, so he decided to chug it, partly wanting to impress the rest of the guys, partly trying to psych himself up, and indulge his competitive side, eager to get into the same mindset as everybody else. The Barbarians approved his attitude loudly, shouting his name once again, and began taunting their rivals, promising they'd crush them now and get this over with. The rules were simple. One shot of cheap vodka for each point scored by the other side, first one to do five shots loses. And the game began. Over the next ten minutes or so, Nate tried his best to follow the little ball's rapid movements in that dimly lit room, getting drunker every time he failed to, and celebrating every new point with a little more enthusiasm, just like his teammates, who began grabbing and hugging him a little harder every time, even though that, coupled with all the shots he had done so far, made it even harder for him to focus back on the game. He was gritting his teeth, trying to isolate everything else on the room from his mind, grabbing the table's metal rods almost as hard as he used to grab the dicks served to him on the glory hole, jerking and twisting them with the expertise you'd expect from a cocksucker of his caliber, sharpening his senses to their upper limits, almost guessing where the ball would go next, and reacting with lightning fast reflexes to the hard kicks that were giving him so much trouble, patiently waiting for the time he'd have possession of the ball, defending another hard hit, watching his opponent pause for a second before striking again, trying to break his rhythm and catch him off balance, but he defended it again, blowing his teammates' minds as he finally got the ball, kicked it to the goal without thinking, trying not to give his rival time to think either, then rapidly hit it again after that guy defended it by pure chance, and again after he defended it by sheer luck, until he finally scored the point, and felt a jolt of happiness trespass his body like a lightning bolt and his senses, still very heightened by all the adrenaline, overwhelmed by the way his teammates' strong arms crushed his shoulders, and squeezed his chest as they lifted him from behind, their deafening shouts suddenly bringing him back to Earth, back to that crowded party, where everyone had turned their head to find out why those boys were making so much noise. He had won. And for the first time on his life, Nate felt what it was like to be the object of several men's adoration at the same time, all of them trying to squeeze his body as hard as they could, making it hard for him to breathe, drowning him in muscles, forcing him against their rock hard pecs as they lifted him from the ground, his feet dangling in the air as at least two of the jocks pressed their crotches against his thighs and butt at any given moment, while the others looked for an opening to dive in as well, almost fighting over the chance to give him one more bear hug, shouting as ecstatically as only drunk men know how to, holding him so close, so tight, that he could feel the smell of each of their sweaty, testosterone filled bodies, making him wish he knew all the distinct, individual scents they were overpowering him with by heart, just like he could picture each of the cocks poking him in the celebratory confusion, until all the hunks had shown him how rough they could be when euphoric, and how they'd love to crush him under the joy they were feeling. It was bliss. Then someone offered him a congratulatory drink, and things began getting a little fuzzier. *** "Just look at how hot she is," he said out of nowhere, grabbing Nate and turning him toward a group of people in the middle of the room. The boy looked to his left and saw that the man passing his arm around his shoulders was Sean. He looked at the girl the Quarterback was pointing to, guessing she was the one he constantly talked about in the showers, then turned his attention back to his green eyes, so close to his face right now, almost glowing in the dark with excitement. The stud was dressed very nice, like he wanted to impress someone, in a white shirt a little too tight for him, or maybe just tight enough, clinging to his torso and leaving almost none of his muscles to the imagination, its sleeves casually rolled up above his elbows, revealing his well-defined forearms, lightly covered in red hair. Every time the redhead approached him, Nate could feel a warmth spreading inside, from the pit of his stomach up to his chest, making his heart go faster, then spreading back down to his crotch, filling it with blood. But now, with their faces so close together, and feeling more than a little inebriated, that warmth inside of him felt even hotter, almost feverish, and went all the way up to the back of his neck, where the touch of the jock's arm made his skin tingle, then down to his pelvis like a torrent, inundating his hips and thighs with its electricity, making them remarkably sensitive to how close the hunk's muscular body was, and making his ass feel strange, like there was something missing in it. Then he remembered to breathe. Sean turned his gaze to the boy in his arms, and patted his chest in a friendly manner, inadvertently grazing his nipple, and giving him one of his white, flirty smiles, his pink lips still moist from the beer he had just sipped, almost close enough to kiss, so soft, so inviting. So tempting. Nate had had enough liquor to feel confident, and passed his left arm around the Quarterback's unexpectedly slim waist, resting his hand a little over the bone, feeling the defined muscles he loved so much under his white shirt and pulling him in a little closer, reciprocating his sideways hug, lightly running the tip of his fingers along the stud's pronounced V-line. The sides of their butts were touching a little. The ginger didn't seem to care, or maybe just took it for a friendly, physical greeting. He leaned his head even closer and talked into Nate's ear, tickling it with his hot breath. "Let's go, you're my wingman." ...What? "Wingman," he insisted, now using the way they were locked in each other's arms to drag his teammate forward. "Come on, she's with a friend, and you're just cute and shy enough to keep her busy while I talk to my girl. Come on." The boy's mind had a hard time processing what was happening. Did Sean just call him cute? He only snapped out of it when the ginger began introducing him to the girls, promptly striking up a conversation with one of them and leaving him to deal with the friend. It all happened so fast that Nate didn't know how to feel about it. Part of him was still shaken by the way Sean had embraced him, and his submissive side would always be pleased to do whatever that jock told him to. But he was asking for help getting some alone time with this girl, and on top of that he wanted him to keep this other one busy. Nate wasn't so sure about that. But of course, he did what he could. The girl he was left with was very friendly, and a few moments were enough to make it clear that she was into him. That happened sometimes, it wasn't unusual for a girl to get interested in Nate and suddenly become very nice to him, which he always did his best to deflect. Being hit on by girls was flattering, sure, but he always felt sad for them wasting their time on him like that. This time, though, he tried to be polite, and keep her talking while his teammate did his thing. He kept looking at the Quarterback from time to time. Sean was all over that girl, almost holding himself not to grab her, clearly very excited. Her feelings, on the other hand, weren't as clear. It appeared she was giving mixed signals, sometimes obviously teasing him, touching his chest and abs lightly, just to lose interest for no apparent reason and make him work hard to grab her attention again. Almost as if she enjoyed driving him crazy. Nate was beginning to understand why the hunk complained so much about her playing hard to get. She was clearly toying with him. And blue balls are no joke. On the other hand, though, that game of cat and mouse was awakening several, conflicting feelings inside of him. The longer he stared at the stud, the hotter the warm feeling inside of him was getting, but also the more he envied the way she could make him so turned on, so fired up. Fuck, how could she be this dumb? Couldn't she see how lucky she was to get that jock in that state? "Hey! You there?" the girl Nate was supposed to keep entertained asked, fed up that his attention kept drifting toward the other couple. "Sorry," he said half-heartedly, immediately glancing at Sean once again, which, of course, wasn't much appreciated. The girl sighed and walked away, and he said "Fuck!" realizing he had messed up. But it was too late now, she was gone. At least she didn't walk back to her friend, though, and the hunk was still free to keep up with his game. Nate stepped back a little, still paying attention to the Quarterback. He gulped his beer, a little anxious with all the feelings overwhelming him, and his vision got a little hazier still. All he could see now was Sean, and the way he kept working that girl. Fuck. How lucky she was. And the boy spent the next several minutes fantasizing that stud was doing all those things to him instead, and felt goosebumps at every little touch, every little caress, every little attempt to arouse. He could feel it when the Quarterback took a step closer, even closer, and began absentmindedly running his hand over the small of Nate's back, like it was nothing much, laughing at the simplest of things he said, flirty, easy, leaning in to talk into his ear again, because of how loud the music was, using that moment to graze his cheek against Nate's face, and sniff his neck slightly, turning his head just enough so that his lips would touch the boy's skin for a second, almost in a soft kiss, letting out a moan of approval, closing his eyes and making some small compliment about how good he smelled, then backing away, looking down for a second, then raising his gaze slowly, running it all over Nate's body until their eyes met, his stare burning intensely, making his dirty intentions very clear, his thoughts transparently transfixed by one objective only, just for that look to then disappear all of a sudden, his eyes back to their sweet, unconvincing innocence, like a naughty boy who is lying, not to deceive, but simply because he likes to play games. And all that time his body language only made one single request. "Give in to me." It was clear how skilled Sean was, a romantic go-getter, very intense, a little dominant, just enough, in a sweet yet overwhelming way that made it impossible not to lower your guard and let him in. How good would it feel if he actually looked at Nate like that? If that jock ever worked that hard to seduce him, to light his fire, to win him over? Although, of course, Nate would never play so hard to get. And watching the ginger in that state, ready to go but having to work so hard for the chance to get off, made the warmth inside him peak, and the boy felt an intense urge, a devastating longing, a feeling very similar to the one he got whenever it had been too long since his last visit to the glory hole, only stronger, all-consuming. He'd give anything for the chance to give the Quarterback the relief he was being so cruelly deprived of. He'd give anything for a chance to take care of Sean's heat. Then he got the impression that someone was watching him. Nate looked around, not sure of where it was coming from, then noticed a tall guy staring at him from the other side of the room. The orange light illuminating the place where he stood made his brown skin shine in a golden hue, contrasting nicely with his green plaid shirt. Being big like that, and towering over the girls around him, Rod was an easy guy to spot. The Linebacker looked at Nate, straight into his eyes, in a blank, unsettling way. Then he sipped on his drink, slowly turned his head toward Sean, stared at the Quarterback for a second, and turned his eyes back to his roommate, now sporting a small, knowing smile. ...What did that mean? The boy looked away, flustered, pretending he hadn't noticed Rod's presence. But his curiosity was just too strong, and he looked back up again, only to see the hunk's smile become a little bigger, a little more meaningful still. Fuck. Did he notice something? Nate's head began spinning. Maybe it was the shock, or maybe all those shots he had done, but he felt dizzy all of a sudden. He walked away, not sure of where he was headed, until he found himself back with the rest of the boys, who were now drunkenly arguing over who was NFL's best Wide Receiver this season. The Black, broad-shouldered guy who had a dick just short enough that Nate was sure he could deepthroat it all day long, but still long and thick enough to make it a fun challenge, stretching his gullet open as he plunged his cock in, maybe holding the top of his head firmly in place so that he wouldn't try to run away, thought it was the one for the Buccaneers, but the guy with blond, unkempt hair, whose dick the boy could remember being fat and bushy, and whose balls hung so low you could see them from his rear side, dangling between his thick legs and perfectly round butt cheeks, making it impossible not to dream about lying down under him as he warmed up doing squats every morning, seeing those testicles come down from a privileged point of view, complete with a hairy asshole revealing itself whenever he got closer down, resting his nuts over Nate's face, teasing him with their warm touch, their hefty weight and their musky, delectable smell, before finally getting tired and simply kneeling down so that the boy could give them a tongue bath, was clearly right, it was the one for the Panthers. Nate wondered how he'd go about sucking them both at the same time, if he ever had to. He lost his balance, reclined against the closest wall, then looked up at the ceiling, noticing how fast it was spinning, then down at his feet, in a head movement he swore never to make again. What was the deal with that little smile? Someone grabbed his shoulder and asked if he was okay in a thick Texas accent. It was the handsome guy with short black hair, gorgeous blue eyes, and a cleft, manly chin, whose dick had no curvature at all, just a stiff, throbbing, beautiful slab of man meat as long and straight as a steel beam that he'd love to suck as hard as he could, kneeling down at that stud's feet and doing his best to make him feel as good as he deserved, licking his cock and balls with utmost care, making sure not to neglect any part of it, going through every nook and cranny of his crotch, specially on his nuts, the underside of his ballsack, getting more and more intoxicated by its unique smell, lapping it up eagerly and slowly losing his mind over how overpowering it felt, but still keeping it together in order to suck it as well as he was entitled to, hitting that dickhead against the back of his throat and running his tongue all over the shaft as he swallowed it, for as long as it took to have the honor of witnessing it very up close when his large testicles began retracting in strong spasms as he shot his load all over the boy's face, rope after rope after rope, reducing him to a huge mess as he used his warm, thick cum to claim him and mark him as his property, just a piece of meat to be used and abused however that smoking hot jock wanted to. Nate shook his head, trying to snap out of it, and replied that he was fine. He tried to pay attention to the argument the boys were having, looking for something to hold on to, but his mind kept spinning, unruly, randomly going into sexually charged tirades whenever a handsome man so much as passed him by, and he lost track of time, closing his eyes and taking deep breaths, begging for it to stop, begging for it all to just fucking stop, until someone talked to him again. "I'm so fucking hard it hurts." It was a familiar voice. Nate opened his eyes, startled by that brazen confession, but it didn't faze him when he found out the guy complaining about his boner was Sean, wiping the sweat on his forehead and taking another swig of his beer. The boy noticed the room was spinning a little less now. The Quarterback was reclining against the wall by his side, also unable to keep up straight. He unbuttoned his shirt a little, and Nate saw how sweaty his smooth chest was under it. "Can you believe this chick? I've never had to work so hard for some pussy." He wasn't sure if the ginger was talking to him or just thinking out loud, but while the hunk went on complaining about his blue balls, he noticed how that stud was grabbing his visibly hard dick and trying to adjust it inside his pants, to very little success. "If she keeps messing with my head like this I'll end up back at that glory--" The redhead's eyes became wide open. He wasn't too drunk not to realize he'd almost said something he shouldn't. Nate was sure his heart had just stopped beating. He suddenly felt very sober. "Glory... hole?" he asked, that fruit hanging way too low for him not to grab it. Sean looked at him in shock at first, then softened up a bit, and his usual, boylike demeanor came back to him as he looked down, shook his head and laughed, as if not believing the mistake he had just made. He raised his head and looked deep into Nate's eyes. "Please don't tell anyone." There was a smile on his face, but it wasn't hiding how anxious he felt. "...Sure." They kept in silence for a while, looking at each other, while the jock seemed to gauge how much he could trust his teammate. But Nate kept giving him an intensely interrogative look, and the hunk seemed to realize there was no way out of this one. His shoulders relaxed a little, and he leaned in closer, talking as low as he could. "It's just that... when I'm... you know... when it's been a while since I..." He sighed deeply, unable to finish his sentence. Nate kept staring at him, and noticed how his chest was puffing up little by little, like there was something swelling up inside, something the Quarterback wouldn't be able to keep from overflowing much longer. The stud sighed again, and continued. "There was this one time I was feeling... you know... kinda horny. This girl had been cock teasing me like crazy, it's cruel, dude, it gets to a point... you know... it hurts." Nate nodded in agreement. "Yeah. So I ended up looking up online for... you know. And then I found out there's this place near the park, a bathroom, kinda abandoned... and it has a... there's a... glory hole. In there." Nate wasn't even blinking. Sean looked like he had already gone way too far to stop talking now. "And someone told me that if I went there I could... you know... They told me someone would suck me off." The Quarterback looked back up at Nate's eyes, as if waiting for a reaction, but the boy was just staring back at him. He didn't want the jock to find out he was the guy on the other stall that night. "So... did you go there?" Sean's face got a little red. "Yeah." Nate couldn't help himself. He had to press on. "...and?" Sean chuckled. "And it was... intense," he confessed, after pausing for a second to look for the right word. Intense. Nate smiled, trying his best not to grin too much, and the Quarterback relaxed a bit, taking the boy's reaction for the lack of judgement he was hoping for. But there was still one more thing that had been haunting Nate ever since that evening. "But..." he began, trying to muster the courage to ask. "I mean... wasn't it from a dude?" The ginger's face suddenly changed again, and he looked at the boy with a stern expression, not exactly angry, but defensive. He then looked away, seemingly unable to keep eye contact, and closed his eyes. The thing swelling inside of him seemed to have gotten even bigger, and he took a deep breath, puffing his solid chest as far as his tight shirt would let him, before exhaling an audible sigh and beginning to say what seemed so hard for him to say. "Yeah, I..." Another pause. Nate's heart was beating so fast he felt it hurting his chest. Sean's green eyes looked into his again. "I'm into guys too." And the world seemed to disappear for a second. The wall they were reclining against felt very soft. The crowded room, uncomfortably hot up until now, felt nicely warm, and empty. There was no music, just silence. Just silence and Sean's green eyes. Nate felt his body become very light, and begin moving on its own, leaning forward, toward Sean, toward Sean's face, toward the lips he had longed for since the first day they met, toward the man that made him feel so warm inside. Sean's expression softened. Nate noticed the hunk's eyes going down, not meeting his gaze any longer, but staring back at his lips, and the stud leaned forward too, just a little. Just a little. Then he backed away and looked at the crowd surrounding them. The world invaded Nate's senses with a loud bang. They weren't alone anymore. They were at that party again. Sean stared at him, his eyes now glowing with the same intensity Nate was fantasizing about just a few minutes ago, his smile somewhat relieved, somewhat grateful, somewhat suggestive. He almost touched his lips against Nate's ear when he asked if he wanted to get out of there. Nate smiled, his happiness immeasurable. Then a loud alarm went off inside his head, and he felt a chill up his spine. What if Sean saw his dick. The room began spinning again, his breath became shallow and rapid, until he couldn't breathe anymore. The Quarterback's smile faded away when he saw the panic in his teammate's face. The jock got pale, his eyes wide open, glassy, horrified. As if he thought he had just made the biggest mistake of his life. "Shit, Nate, I didn't mean to... I mean, I just thought you... Fuck. I'm so drunk." But when the boy realized the misunderstanding he had caused, it was already too late. Sean walked away in a hurry, having trouble keeping his balance, visibly upset. And Nate felt like he was being swallowed by a sinkhole. *** The boy stood near the wall where Sean had almost kissed him. His teammates were still arguing about something, the room was stuffy, the air felt damp, oppressive. He had a hole in his chest the size of a human heart. His consciousness was blinking in and out of existence, like a firefly that only exists when it's glowing in the dark. He was now standing in some other room, even more crowded, struggling to keep up straight, looking for the Quarterback. He had to tell him he didn't mean to say no, that it had all been a mistake. He had to find him, he had to say yes. He had to feel him in his arms again. He looked up, and the sky was clear tonight. The windless air stood still, suspenseful. When did he get outside? He noticed how the new moon had just the thinnest sliver of silver in it, like a promise of what it could eventually become, or a sad reminder of everything it still wasn't. Nate had never felt so miserable. He looked around and noticed he couldn't hear the music anymore. How long had he been walking for? His feet seemed to move on their own, dragging him somewhere, but he didn't know where. Until he recognized a familiar building, then the big tree he passed by almost daily, then that other old building, a patch of slightly overgrown grass and, finally, a public bathroom, somewhat abandoned, whose general state of disrepair usually made him feel welcome, pleased to know he was just a few minutes away from getting a mouthful of everything he craved. He stopped walking and stood still, staring at the place that had given him so much joy. This was dumb. He knew why his body had dragged him here, but there wouldn't be anyone waiting for him inside. He grabbed his phone, half expecting there would be a message from Greg, coincidentally summoning him here, offering him the convenient opportunity to drown his sorrows in a stranger's cock and balls. No such luck. He felt like sending Sean a message, explaining everything. But the letters on the screen were just a bunch of smudges, indecipherable. He thought about maybe giving him a call instead, but couldn't find his way through the endless menus, and was forced to give up, defeated. Then he noticed a guy sitting on the ground some several feet from him, with his face buried in his knees, like he was exhausted, and his short red hair looking almost black in this dark part of the campus. Nate stepped forward without thinking, and startled the hunk when he lost his balance trying to sit down by his side, falling on his ass with a loud thud, making their arms touch. Close. Warm. Sean looked at him, frightened for a second, then recognized his teammate and looked away, drying his face on the sleeve of his shirt. Nate had never seen his eyes so bloodshot. "You're following me now?" the stud asked, still looking away. He sounded annoyed. The boy didn't know how to answer. No, he wasn't following him, but yes, he was just the one he was hoping to find. He wanted to say sorry, but couldn't find the right words. They seemed to come up from his chest but stay stuck on his throat, unable to come out of his mouth, fueling his agony. He took a deep breath, then sighed, and rested his head on Sean's shoulder, hoping to let his body express the feelings he couldn't get across. They stayed like that for a while, the Quarterback didn't react. Nate could feel the hole in his chest getting bigger, as if being this close to the man he wanted only made him feel even sadder, even more lonesome. He passed his arms around Sean's waist, giving him a hug, then squeezed his body while burying his face in the little space where the jock's shoulder and neck met. Nate wanted him. Among all the doubts and fears he had, this was the one thing he was sure of. Nate wanted him. And he had to say it now. "I..." Another sigh, another moment of silence. But Sean seemed to have understood everything he meant. Nate felt the Quarterback's strong arm around his shoulders, shyly reciprocating his hug, before the hunk began turning toward him, lowering his head so that their faces got closer, until their lips touched. Nate felt like he was holding his breath and submerging into a hot, steamy bath. It was a passionate kiss, timid at first, that quickly got more and more earnest as both of them began giving in, allowing themselves to show how much they had longed for it, like two lovers who had finally found their way into each other's arms after being forced apart for far too long. It was an intense kiss. Sean began hugging him tighter and tighter, pressing his strong chest against him while they shifted their heads, gasping for air whenever they could, letting out little moans while their lips tried to envelop one another's, and their tongues reached for the taste of the man in their arms. And all the dark thoughts clouding Nate's mind disappeared. Now, the only things he could think about were solid and immediate, like how hard Sean's abs felt when he ran his hands over them, or how broad the stud's back felt when he tried to embrace it, pulling him closer. Then Nate missed the Quarterback's smell, and kissed his way back down to his neck, breathing his scent in, intoxicated by how manly it was, a mixture of testosterone, sweat and body spray, sweet and musky in a way that made him feel so relaxed, his legs so weak. He could make out with that neck for the rest of his days. "Fuck..." the Quarterback whispered, sighing in approval, before forcing his way back to Nate's mouth, shifting his weight forward, over the boy, pushing him down to the ground and getting on top of him. Nate didn't offer any resistance. The grass felt a little prickly, but he ignored it. The thought of trying to get back up crossed his mind for a split second, but he instantly shut that idea down. He wanted to say yes, he wanted to say only yes. Whatever Sean asked for, he just wanted to say yes. Nate passed his arms around the jock's waist again, excited by how slim it felt, and pulled him in closer, so that their bodies were as flush against each other as possible, while the hunk embraced him with one arm and held his chin with his other hand, keeping the boy's face in the exact position he wanted to kiss it, now and again letting go and running his hand down over Nate's chest, stimulating his sensitive nipples, then going back up to his throat and chin, owning him one second, then caressing him the other, pinning him down to the ground with a balance of force and passion that proved how skilled of a lover he was. "Shit..." Nate moaned in response, his voice trembling as the lust that had been building up inside of him all night long finally began overflowing, and he gave his body away, open and sensitive, filled to the brim with longing and desire, overjoyed that it was finally under the care of that stunning redhead. They began shifting their bodies again, looking for a more comfortable position, until Sean found himself between Nate's legs, and the boy began opening them, just like in one of his wet dreams, receptive, inviting, instinctively easing the stud's access to his ass, eager for him to begin grinding against it. And the way his butthole twitched made him realize there was something profoundly right about the position they found themselves in right now. Nate had his legs open, trying to bring his knees as close to his chest as possible, which caused his hole to be pointing up, right against Sean's absurdly hard cock, pressed against it as the jock rested his whole body over the boy's, still kissing him. Then something took hold of Nate's hips, and he began moving them in small circles, rocking them back and forth, left and right, like they had a life of their own, and their sole purpose was to make that hunk go crazy. Sean let out a soft whimper, like that movement was too much for him to handle, then sighed a little, moaning another "Fuck," then whispered Nate's name into his ear. "Fuck... Nate... That feels so... Shit..." But he didn't seem able to finish his sentences. And every time he said Nate's name again, always out of breath, the boy felt his hole twitching even harder, and his legs began trembling. In spite of being the one pinned to the ground, Nate felt like he had some control over the situation, and was enjoying being able to mess with the ginger's head like that, surprised to discover that his ass held so much power over the Quarterback, until the stud decided to become the one in charge again, and thrust his hips forward, disarming the boy completely, reducing him back to that passive state of lustfulness that was second nature to him. And every time Sean thrust himself forward, holding Nate's face and ardently kissing it, the boy felt the ground shake and his body shiver, but, most importantly, he felt the Quarterback's hard cock running over his ass and his taint, pressing against his balls before he moved his hips back away. And even though they still had their clothes on, he felt overwhelmed by the way the jock accidentally pressed his rock hard abs against his little dick in the process, stimulating so many erogenous zones at once that it was hard for him to keep thinking straight. Nate opened his eyes, startled by all that pleasure, and looked at the sky, trying his best to keep it together, but had to give up on that idea when Sean decided to go down on his neck. The boy's body went limp, and a series of little moans began coming out of him, each a little louder than the last one, crazed by the way the Quarterback vigorously exerted pressure on his most sensitive spots, until that man decided to cover his mouth with his heavy hand to keep him silent, in an overkill of virility, and the feeling of being completely manhandled like that was finally enough to bring him to the edge. It was almost too late when Nate noticed he was too close to shooting his load. He pushed Sean away, saying "Wait, wait, stop, stop," and stood perfectly still, focusing hard not to bust a nut yet, breathing deep and slow, afraid that any little touch would be enough to make him cum in his pants. "You're okay?" Sean asked, confused, panting and still caressing the boy. He didn't want to stop right now. "Just a sec," Nate answered, flustered and out of breath, grabbing the ginger's hand so that he would stop running it over his chest, in a movement that made the hunk on top of him laugh, realizing what was going on. "You got that close already?" he teased the boy, pinching and twisting his nipples slightly, purposefully not giving him a break, just to see him squirm a little. Nate laughed, a little ticklish, and had to focus even harder to calm down, then sighed, relieved, feeling the tension in his inner thighs diminishing as he regained control. Yes, he had gotten that close already. They looked into each other's eyes for the first time since they had begun making out, and all they could see was endless gratitude. Nate could see how accepted and understood Sean felt, how thankful he was, and how much peace of mind that gave him. His sweet smile, a little goofy and childish as always, was probably the most beautiful thing the boy had ever seen. The stud lowered his head, and they began kissing again, now nice and slow, like they had all the time in the world. The Quarterback was still on top of Nate, but now on all fours, not lying over him anymore. The boy grabbed the back of his head and tried to bring him back down, wanting to feel the weight of the jock's muscles over him once more. But the hunk resisted, and instead went back down to the boy's neck, making him close his eyes in pleasure. Fuck, that was just the spot. Then the stud went a little further down, kissing his way to Nate's chest, stopping at his nipple for a while, mindfully giving it some attention. The boy loved it, and each little kiss made his nipples even more sensitive, so fucking good, so fucking good. Then the redhead went down a little further still, kissing his way over Nate's ticklish abs, until he found his belly button. And the alarm went off in the boy's head again. He looked down, and noticed Sean's hand looking for his belt. Each kiss on his stomach felt so fucking good his mind turned off again, but in between them, he was panicking. The Quarterback was kissing his way down to a blowjob. Nate covered his face, paralyzed. Deep down he knew this would happen, deep down this was what he had decided he wanted to happen. This was what he meant when he told himself, over and over again, that he wanted to say yes, and only yes to the jock. But fuck, it was still frightening. Another little kiss, now in the space right in the middle of the way from his belly button to his crotch. Fuck, this was good. Fuck, this was bad. Sean seemed to have figured out how to undo the boy's belt, and was now beginning to undo his pants. Fright. Horniness. Dread. Lust. Shit. Fuck. Shit. Fuck. Nate just couldn't decide. The paradox of wanting it so bad, but feeling like this would be the end for him, just made his mind run in circles, hitting against the same wall over and over again, unable to move forward. He heard Sean opening his fly, and felt another little kiss, this time already on his crotch. Yes. No. Yes. No. Then the Quarterback pulled his briefs down. And everything stopped. The boy was covering his eyes, so he had no idea of what was going on. He stood perfectly still, horrified to look and see Sean's reaction to his dick, afraid that this was all over, that the hunk would find him the most ridiculous, disgusting thing ever. All because of that small dick he had. Shit, how he wished he had been born different, not even with a big cock, just a normal one would be enough. Fuck, how he hated himself. How he hated just everything about the pathetic excuse for a man he was. Sean grabbed Nate's hands and pulled them from his face. He had a very soft expression on, which turned a little sadder when he saw the tears coming down the boy's cheeks. Nate sobbed once, then choked it back, embarrassed to be so disturbed in front of that man. Then Sean came down for a kiss, their most gentle one yet, and said, in that simple and sincere tone that only he seemed able of: "You're just so handsome." Then began kissing his way back down over Nate's body. And whatever fucked up shit the boy had in his mind vanished when he felt the ginger's lips kissing his dick. Nate gasped for air, like a drowning man who had just been saved. He had never been touched that way, with so much care, so much love. Sean ran his tongue slowly from the underside of his balls to the tip of his dick, making his teammate tremble at how wet, soft and warm it felt. The stud then went back down, kissed his taint softly, sniffing the underside of his balls loudly, making Nate's hole twitch again and again, excited by all those caresses, enjoying the way the jock pulled his briefs down firmly, keeping his dick and balls on display, accessible, exposed. The Quarterback seemed to be in no hurry at all, and instead was choosing to do everything slowly, but with intensity. He began sucking both of Nate's balls at the same time, rolling them in his mouth, over his tongue, pulling them back hard in a way that brought the boy's dick up against his nose, and he turned his head left and right, making it slide across his face with ease, slippery with all that saliva and precum. And there it was again. That warm feeling. Nate could feel his inner thighs tensing up and his asshole's rhythmic contractions becoming harder and harder. Sean wasn't picking up the pace, but instead moving erratically, unpredictably, surprising the boy at every turn and catching him off guard with every kiss, every suck, every lick, making it hard for his teammate to keep thinking straight. And every new movement made the warm feeling get even hotter, filling Nate's body with desire and rapidly spreading all over, from his toes to the top of his head, until he was feeling like his whole body was dominated by it, contracting in spasmodic waves that were getting more and more intense, making him less and less able to relax his musculature before it tensed up again, and again, and again. More. More. More. He had long surpassed the point he had reached a few minutes ago, when he was sure he was about to cum in his pants, and yet the tension in his guts and inner thighs was only getting stronger, with no release in sight. Sean kept a steady pace, kissing, sucking, sniffing and licking in a thoughtful way, intense, yes, but also so slow that it seemed like all he wanted was to show Nate how much he cared for him, and how gentle, tender, fond, and loving he made him feel. And to the boy, it all felt like some sort of sweet torture, so absolutely, delicously arousing, bringing him closer to the edge of cumming in such confident strides, yet never doing it in a way that would finally push him over that threshold, and it was getting impossible for him to breathe freely, his chest now as heavy as if there was a man sitting on it, all his muscles completely rigid as he clenched his teeth, and his fists clutched the tufts of grass he had ripped off the ground, clinging to them like his life depended on it. Closer. Closer. Closer. Then Sean licked the tip of his dick again, and it was all over. Nate was startled by how hard his asshole twitched when he shot the first rope of cum across his belly, but the following ones, though, made it twitch even harder as he came all over himself, hitting his lips, his chin, his neck, his chest, his shoulder. His face was contorted in a sweet delight, and got ever more red as he held his breath, unable to relax his chest enough to inhale, rolling his eyes further back than he thought was possible, until his body finally relaxed enough to let him moan and utter short, lustful noises, only for the strong spasms to begin once again, and he shivered, still not in control, yet unable to worry about it, unable to worry about anything at all for the ten or so seconds he experience the absolute peak of pleasure the human mind is capable of achieving. He had never had the opportunity to enjoy this sweet nothingness for so long. When he finally came to, still flustered, Nate looked down and found the ginger still between his legs, and was surprised to see he was grinning like an ecstatic naughty boy who just couldn't believe the size of the mess he had just made. "Shit, Nate," he said, in a way that was at once astonished and exhilarated, "I'm sorry, dude, I didn't know you were gonna cum this hard." But the boy couldn't find any remorse in the hunk's face. Nate licked his lips and felt the taste of his own cum, confused, still not realizing how hard he had shot his load all over himself. Fuck, for a second there it felt like he was never gonna be able to, and he'd be stuck getting hornier and hornier forever. He looked down again, and his t-shirt was a complete mess. But the only thing he could feel now was relief. "It's ok," he answered, laughing as well, thinking that, from the point of view of someone not used to being drenched in cum, this would probably seem like something to be upset about. Sean got closer to his face, still unable to stop smiling. "Sorry," he insisted, whispering, giving Nate a little kiss. But when he backed away, there was now a thin string of cum connecting their lips, and both studs began laughing, and kissed one more time, now making sure to kiss away all the cum in their faces. Then Nate grabbed the Quarterback's shoulders firmly, and rotated him, pushing the jock to the ground and getting on top of him. "I wanna try it too," he said, and both were all smiles, until he grabbed Sean's belt and began kissing his belly, and the Quarterback's boyish grin disappeared completely, giving way to the moans Nate had missed since their first encounter on the glory hole, just a few feet from where they were lying now. Nothing turned him on as hard as the obscene sound of the Quarterback's mounting excitement. The boy undid the hunk's belt and pants as fast as he could. In any other day, with anybody else, he would probably take his time teasing the man he was about to suck, sniffing his crotch, licking his cockhead over his underwear, running his nose over his inner thighs, just to make sure he was as excited as possible, ready to beg for his blowjob already. But this was Sean. He had no time for such things. Nate grabbed the ginger's dark blue boxer briefs and yanked them down impatiently, accidentally pulling the stud's absurdly hard cock down and making it spring back against his rock hard abs in a loud thump. Had he done it a little slower, he would probably be delighted to see the big wet stain on the Quarterback's underwear, right against the tip of his penis, formed by the copious amount of precum he had produced after being cock teased for hours on end tonight. But nonetheless, he was still able to enjoy it when he grabbed that dick and noticed how completely lubed up its head was. He ran his fingers over it, amused by how slippery it felt, polishing it in a fast, insistent movement that made the jock moan a little louder, like it was almost too much for him to handle, only for those moans to give way to even louder ones once the boy began licking his dickhead vigorously, not believing how long it had been since he had had the chance to feel that man's taste. To feel the taste of the man he had been born to suck. And in spite of Nate's eagerness and impatience, he still took his craft very seriously, and so he took a deep breath, trying to calm down a little, in order to get to work in fighting shape. He had had a lot of time to think about this, he had come with a plan already. There had been endless nights when he fantasized about having a second opportunity with this cock, and over them he had refined his skills further and further, until he came to the realization, like the natural born cocksucker that he was, that perfection resides in the mastery of the basics. So he wanted to show Sean just how much better he had gotten since last time. First, with his right hand, the boy grabbed the base of the Quarterback's dick, right under his ballsack, forming a makeshift cock ring with his thumb and index finger, and squeezing it hard, giving his shaft and balls the necessary support and, most importantly, controlling the hunk's blood flow in a way that would let it flow in, but not out of his dick, making it only harder and harder as time passed by. Then, with his left, dominant hand, Nate began caressing the stud's taint, sometimes lightly, with his fingertips, others more intensely, massaging the prostate just a few inches under his skin, keeping him aroused by exerting pressure over one of his most sensitive sexual organs, playing with it in a rhythmic way that would surely stimulate semen production. Finally, and most importantly, Nate began the actual blowjob. He sucked the ginger's dickhead for a while, vigorously, enjoying the taste of the precum overflowing from it, before he went down without a warning, swallowing it whole, and giving Sean the cleanest, deepest deepthroat blowjob he had ever received. The Quarterback couldn't believe it. He tried to sit up, startled, then tried his best to relax enough to lie back down, and let his teammate have his cock. He had never seen someone take his hard dick all the way like that, like it was a piece of cake. He looked down, not believing how warm the boy's throat felt all around his shaft, and saw Nate looking up at him, a smile across his cocksucker face, like he couldn't be happier, his nose touching his belly, not even an inch of dick in sight. And for some reason, that eye contact was the best part of it all. Nate then backed up a little, sucked the tip again for a while, never looking away from the those green eyes, then began deepthroating him again, going up and down, all the way from his dickhead to the very base of his cock, hitting his chin against the jock's propped up balls, burying his face deep in his pelvis, like it was the easiest thing in the world, absolutely clean, absolutely comfortable. A master cocksucker in action. Fucking unbelievable. But then, when he began picking up the pace, the boy started twisting his head over the tip of Sean's dick in an overwhelmingly exciting movement the Quarterback found somewhat familiar. It took him less than a second before his eyes widened in realization. "You...?!" he said softly, out of breath. And Nate's grin got even bigger. He was glad to see he had left a good enough impression to be remembered. That made him want to go all-out. Recognizing his favorite cocksucker was the last thing that went through Sean's mind before it was forced into a frenzy, his teammates' movements so fast, so deep, so hard, he simply lost control of himself. The ginger had his eyes wide open, but it felt like he had gone suddenly blind, and all he could see now was pitch-blackness. The only sound he could hear was that of his cock being gobbled, but there was no gagging sound, just the noise of his dickhead being ground against Nate's throat. The only thing he could feel was his load, that seemed to be gathering up deep inside of him, right below the spot that boy was massaging so eagerly, and as that unbelievable blowjob got more and more intense, he felt like he wouldn't be able to keep from shooting much longer, and tried to warn the cocksucker about how close he was getting. But the words came out of his mouth as incomprehensible moaning. Nate felt it was coming, he had done it before. And now was the time. He began massaging that taint with even more pressure and, without missing a beat, let go of the base of the hunk's cock and began jerking it, now focusing his efforts on sucking the tip of his dick, using his tongue and lips to stimulate the frenulum and the underside of the glans as much as possible, in a strategy he knew to be overkill. But the Quarterback deserved it. And the stud simply stood no chance against an expert. Sean came hard in Nate's mouth. He groaned loudly, unable to keep quiet in that public part of the campus. He grabbed the boy's head, instinctively trying to hold on to something, picturing a rollercoaster for some reason, feeling his guts tighten as if he were in free fall, contracting every muscle in his body at the same time for each rope of cum he shot, grunting, panting, lost, frenzied, crazed. Completely out of his goddamn mind. Then he worried he was crushing Nate's head too hard with his grip and tried to let go of it, but found it hard to relax a specific muscle, like he had lost control over his bodily functions. "Fuck!" he shouted, gawking at the cocksucker. The boy was looking up at him, overjoyed, and hadn't stopped sucking his dickhead. "Fuck!" he said again, as he continued shooting his load. How much cum did that guy manage to suck out of him? "You son of a bitch," the Quarterback finally managed to say, now realizing he had stopped ejaculating, but that his body was still shaking, feeling shudders of pure pleasure now and again. Nate closed his eyes, feeling the smell of Sean's seed invade his senses with overwhelming intensity as he drank it. It felt so fucking good going down his throat, and he could swear he could feel it in his belly, becoming part of him once again. The boy had stopped jerking the jock's dick, and wasn't massaging his taint anymore, but he simply couldn't find it in himself to stop sucking that dickhead, or even to slow down on it. It didn't help that the Quarterback's breath and groans became shallower and more rapid as he kept overstimulating his glans. The hunk sat up, panting and wincing, and looked like he was trying to say something, but just couldn't. As his orgasm subsided, he was left only with the alarming impression that his teammate wasn't going to give him a break now. "Easy, easy, easy," he finally said, asking for a little compassion, and trying to push Nate away from his dick. The sound of the Quarterback's plea for mercy was enough to send the boy over the moon, but he realized he should be a little more thoughtful than that, and let go of that cock, giving it a final, gentle kiss. Sean threw his head back and exhaled hard, panting, relieved. Then he looked back down at Nate with a crazy grin on his face, half joy, half anger, like he didn't know if he should be glad or furious, if he wanted to kiss that cocksucker or make him pay for the prank he had pulled just now. Maybe both things at once. But those feelings only lasted a couple of seconds before he remembered what he had just found out. "You..." he said again, staring at Nate, still not believing he was the guy on the glory hole that night. The boy smiled, feeling a little shy now that Sean knew about it. "Yeah," he said, confirming the stud's thoughts. The Quarterback chuckled, and the intense glow in his green eyes began subsiding, like he was getting sleepy now. He then lay back down, slowly beginning to breath at a normal pace, and began petting Nate's head, thankful. The boy kissed the jock's heavy hand, loving how its thick fingers felt when they ran over his cheeks, then got up to lay down by his side, their shoulders and arms touching as their chests came up and down in lockstep, slowly calming down as time passed by. Sean rolled over and lay on his side, facing Nate, who did the same. The hunk put his hand on the boy's cheek again, running his thumb lightly all over his face, caressing his lips and cheekbone, then put his right leg between his teammate's, bending it so that they were interlocked, touching Nate's calves in an intimate way, making the boy feel even more relaxed. They kept looking at each other, with nothing to say, just silently smiling, tired and happy, lying side by side. Together.