Date: Tue, 22 Sep 2015 05:49:56 +0000 (UTC) From: Demitiri Symone Subject: Dumb Jock 7 Disclaimer - The usual warnings apply here, don't read if you're underage or squeamish. Sex is definitely involved here and please don't try to pass this off as your own. If you have any questions, comments or just want to talk feel free to email me at demitirik@yahoo.com. I love talking to my readers and if you guys have any suggestions or stories you'd like to see me do I'm always receptive. And donate to Nifty! Your contributions keep the archive free. Sometimes I wonder if my professors can tell I'm paying absolutely no attention to them in class. I always sit in the back with a blank expression on my face, I never participate nor do I laugh at their corny jokes. I simply come in, make sure I have my due assignments and just mind my business. I'm sorry I'm not that interested in their plebian lives, their daunting tasks of organizing a course load or whatever other random shit they talk about. It was finals week so campus was pretty empty as everyone was spending most of the day stuck in the library trying to cram in months' worth of information in just a few hours. So glad I didn't have that problem, you know, being a lazy sack of shit. Oops, meant to say the problem of procrastination. I always believed if you genuinely wanted to achieve something you'd just get off your fat ass and do it. That's something Chuck and I had in common. When he saw me in high school he wanted me, he didn't care that he was the new kid and I was `the golden one', I was nothing more than a prized pig in his eyes. I still remember the coldness as I walked past him in the club. He's the only guy that has intimidated me, the only guy that can reduce me into a sniveling little twerp. I never knew what to do around him and clearly I still don't. "Look up bro!" Danny yelled out interrupting my thoughts. "What do you want?" "Damn, that's the response I get? I thought we were friends." "Sorry, of course we are. I was just in my own world for a little bit." "Oh I get it. I kind of miss you. This might seem fast but you're my best friend here." "I know I am. You're mine too. In more ways than one." "If only. Anyway there was this letter for you in our mailbox today." My first reaction was an eye roll. Probably Sallie Mae looking for some money. Silly company thinking it was going to get a damn dime out of me. But no, it was just a blank envelope with no hints as to the sender. Meet you in your building lobby at 7. That's all it said. And I was already late. Tall, tan, jet black hair hardly covering his emerald green eyes. I ducked behind the couches and made a dash for the elevator. I wasn't ready to have a one on one interaction with Chuck like this, I needed to shower and put on a fresh outfit. My hair screamed `just crawled out of bed', my eyebrows were a fucking mess and everything about me reeked. I could feel his breath on my neck as I stood impatiently waiting for the elevator doors to open. We slowly walked in together and stood in opposite corners. I leaned back with my eyes to the floor, I could feel him penetrating my soul with his glare. I was shitting myself. "I told you to meet me in the lobby, Bryan." His deep voice had me shook. He was authoritative in how he spoke to me. But I still couldn't come up with a reply, or even turn my gaze to him. I still stood silently as I watched his shoes move until he was standing right next to me. My heart was beating so fast I thought I was about to have a stroke, my palms were starting to slip from the sweat streaming out, I wanted this to be nothing more than a silly nightmare. "Why were you trying to sneak past me?" He had his hand smacked against the wall and was now standing right in front of me. I couldn't move away without his permission. "I didn't know you wrote the-" "Bullshit. You fucking knew it was me bitch. Who else would write it?" I had nothing to say. Why was I so afraid of this guy? Oh wait, I accused him of sexual assault back in high school and I'm pretty sure that may have had some serious negative influence on his life. "I asked you a question." "I'm sorry." "You're getting off now and coming to my room. Move." As the elevator doors crept open I did as I was told. I walked in front of Chuck until he tugged on my arm and stood me in front of his door. He pushed me up against it and sluggishly fumbled his key on the lock, all he had to do was slide the damn key in the slot but he wanted to toy with me. That's all I was to this guy, a toy. Inside it was dark and quiet. He lived in a single dorm, I could barely make out anything in front of me. Darkness was something that always had my nerves on edge, guess it's from my time of reading scary stories when I was but a wee lad. I stood frozen in my spot until he flicked the lights on, pointing to his couch for me to sit down. He pulled up a chair and sat not even a full foot away from me. All he did was stare at me, a cool smile across his face. Absolutely gorgeous. If I didn't have Stephen and if I didn't have such a gross history with Chuck I'd probably be on my knees with his cock jammed down my throat. My legs started to shake and I kept swallowing my spit, I needed something to drink. "Why are you so nervous?" "I'm just thirsty." "Happy to see me?" "I could do without." He raised his hand and I flinched in fear. Why am I such a BITCH? "I still got it." "What do you want from me?" "Same thing I wanted since high school." "I have a boyfriend now so-" "So nothing. I saw you two together in the club, honestly is that the best you could do? I'll fuck you tonight and could have him tomorrow." My heart had dropped down to my pelvis and I wanted to vomit blood all over his windows. That's how sick I was of this insipid crap he was spewing. These weren't true words, there was nothing wrong with Stephen. Hell, he looked better than me, far more fun, charming, interesting personality and could lay pipe with the best of them. He just wanted to screw with my head like he did in the old days. I hated that about Chuck, he's a manipulator. "Did you know that was me you were dancing with in the club that night?" "I didn't know until I was leaving." "Did you think of me when your little boyfriend fucked you that night?" "No. Why would I do that?" "Do you think you're funny, Bryan?" "I do consider myself the Amy Schumer of this campus, so yes." "So that means you're gonna take my cock tonight then." "No." "That wasn't a question. Let's go." He dragged me to his bedroom but in all reality I didn't even put up a fight. I wanted to see where this would go. He flopped down on the bed and I followed suit, resting my head on his heavy chest until he pushed me away. I wrapped my arm around his stomach and he pushed away again. My leg sprawled out over his lap and again pushed away. I leaned in to kiss his cheek and found my lips pinched together by his fingers. He pulled my face down to hover over his crotch and bucked his hips forward. "How long have you wanted it?" "Years." "Look at me." I found myself freaking out once again when our eyes met. I really did want Chuck but I do love Stephen, or at least I'm pretty sure I do. We've been together since the beginning of the semester and really I've had no thoughts or feelings like this. Or maybe it's because no guy has been this outright with me? Chuck flipped me on to my back and I found him tying my wrists to his headboard by shoe laces. I was too confused and afraid to fight back, and I still wanted to see how far I would go before trying to put a stop to this. First my pants were yanked off, then my shirt was ripped off, I laid with tears in my eyes and my dick standing at full attention. He whipped out my phone and proceeded to take pictures of me. I imagine he was sending them to Stephen, taunting him. "I sent those to a few people." "Wait, a few people?" "Yeah, your parents. Stephen. Daniel." "My parents?! Dude are you fucking serious?!" "Payback. You think this is bad? Wait until they see videos of their precious angel with a big dick jammed in his ass. Videos of him moaning like a little bitch while I slam into their baby's prostate. Isn't it hilarious? Maybe I'll send a few to myself and post them to some gay porn sites." "Chuck I'm sorry." "Oh do you think a little apology is all that I need? After the shit you pulled? Oh no. I'm going to fucking ruin you. First your ass, then your life." This isn't real life is it? Words refused to cross my lips, my brain turned off, my blood grew cold. I was always able to get myself out of sticky situations but this was the one time I had no idea what to do. I just wanted Stephen to rescue me. I wanted Daniel to tell me everything is going to be okay and that he'll get rid of the bad guys. All I could do was cry my eyes out, hoping that he'd feel nothing but pity and disgust and let me go. "Your dumbass boyfriend asked when you got a selfie stick." "Fuck me." "What?" "We've both wanted this for years. You talk a big game and I want to see if you can back it up." "I'm gonna turn your ass inside out." "You're still talking, Chuck." I had no idea what I was doing but I did know I was putting some sort of plan into play. I positioned my legs with my knees to my ears and waited patiently as Chuck carefully removed my briefs. As they slipped off my feet I used every ounce of me to power a kick directly to his face. Before he could move to far I swung my other leg straight for his crotch to buy myself extra time. I flailed my arms like a mental patient until I was finally free from the clutches and watched in delight as he winced on the floor in pain. I so badly wanted to stoop to his level, to mercilessly taunt him. But looking at his body I knew if I gave him time to recover he would truly make me regret even being born so I hightailed it out of his room as fast as I could, didn't even bother to grab my underwear. I jumped in the elevator and smashed the button for my floor. I could hear his rapid footsteps as the door closed but I wasn't worried. I mean, yeah I was scared for my life but I'm a fighter. And more importantly, I never lose. A true genius never forgets what makes them great.