Date: Sat, 05 Nov 2022 23:46:10 +0000 From: dumbjocks Subject: Dumb Jocks 8 Nifty is able to offer this service for us to share and enjoy stories. Please consider giving below to allow Nifty the opportunity to continue. http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html === Finally, it was the day of the test. When I woke up, I had a message from Hunter wanting to have one final load of cum before the test. Unfortunately, I had slept in after my night with Callum and Demarcus, and there was only half an hour before the test. Though I briefly considered it, I doubted there would have been enough time for me to cum and just being close to that walking wet dream would mean me walking around with blue balls, and that definitely wasn't my idea of fun. Messaging them all, good luck, I headed to my seminar. It wasn't due to finish until after the footballers were done and so I would have no idea how well they had all done. After I got out, I sent a message to each of them, trying to find out if they had passed. I got no reply until late in the evening when I got a phone call from a drunk sounding Hunter. Struggling to hear him over the noise in the background, it took loud shouting and several attempts for me to understand that all three of them had passed. The entire football team were now celebrating at the university nightclub, and Hunter wanted me to join them. Loud music, expensive drinks and then having to deal with the `cool kids' mocking me meant that I had only been to the nightclub once when I had first started college. It was as dire as I thought and I left after I had finished my $10 coke. This time, I was hoping it would be different. I was actually invited for one thing and just seeing four men that I had fucked was never going to get old. Putting on dark clothing so that I didn't stand out, I walked over to the club. Getting inside, I made my way down the sticky stairs and found myself on the main dancefloor. In the corner sat most of the football team with their girlfriends and cheerleaders. In the middle of the group were the unmistakable giant figures of Rocky and Hunter talking to each other. Trying to avoid bumping into anyone, I made my way across to them. I noticed that the two of them were wearing identical outfits. Buttoned-down shirts with chinos that hugged their bulging legs and the popular, no sock and boater shoe combination. "Hey, nerd!" Rocky boomed and grabbed me in a headlock to ruffle my hair. Laughing as he pushed me away, Hunter came up and bear-hugged me. Behind him, Rocky was barely disguising his lust as he eyed up his teammates' ass. "Hunter wanted to celebrate passing his test and buy you a drink, so you sit here and look after our jackets while we go get you one," ordered Rocky. He shoved me into a large circular booth where a table, much like in a diner, took up much of the room. Edging around the table, I sat on the cushioned bench where I was surrounded by jackets, coats, and hoodies. Ignored by everyone else, I waited for the two muscular men to come back. They took so long that by the time they returned, more clothing had been dumped on me so that I was barely visible. Obviously, people thought I was some sort of cloakroom attendant. "Fucking hell nerd! You collecting coats or something?!" laughed Rocky as he dumped a glass full of liquid in front of me. Eyeing it up, I initially thought it was just a coke, but there were no bubbles. Pulling it towards my nose, I sniffed at it and instantly gagged. It definitely wasn't coke. "It's a man maker!" said Hunter happily. Both he and Rocky had the same drink in their hands. "It's every spirit they have, mixed with coke. If you down it and don't hurl, then you're a man!" Rocky grinned. The two huge men looked at each other, then clinked glasses before downing their drinks in one. Deciding to risk it, I took a hesitant sip and immediately choked, making both guys laugh at me. Leaning towards me, Hunter grabbed the glass and winked. Splitting half of it with Rocky, they saluted each other before finishing the drinks off. I sat there amazed that these two behemoths could drink something so vile without a second thought. After that, the two players began to talk to each other about the game they had tomorrow. They were both so caught up in tactics that I wondered if they actually wanted me there anymore. As nice as it was to see them both happy, I was starting to get ringing in my ears from the loud dance music. Deciding there were far better things I could be doing with my time, I moved the clothes around me and went to stand. I was about to edge around the table when I heard Rocky say loudly, "it's on the floor." Without replying, Hunter quickly scanned the area before dropping to all fours. The next thing I know, I had his hands on my pants, pulling them down and freeing my prick. "Fuck!" I yelped, before slapping a hand over my mouth. Luckily, the music was so loud that no one heard me except for Rocky, who just smirked. Sighing loudly, when I felt Hunter's mouth surround my cock, I sunk back into the coats. After a whole day of abstinence, my balls were eager to be emptied. Being in a club surrounded by people I saw every day on campus while getting sucked off by a man everyone saw as a stud was a surefire way for me to explode. With the coats covering my slim body, I doubt anyone could see me, but I still tried to keep quiet, not wanting to draw attention to what was happening below. Yet Hunter had other ideas. It was almost as if he knew I was trying to be silent because he gave me the most energetic blowjob possible. "Wow... ohh!" I gasped as the defensive tackle moved down to my heavy balls. Alternating between sucking my cock, licking my groin and bathing my balls, he had me squirming in my seat and my eyes fluttering with pleasure. His tongue was everywhere, first swirling around my shaft, then swallowing my sack before trying to push it between my ass cheeks. This slut was eager and willing to please. Already my balls were tingling. Watching this jock go to town on my cock was too much, and I looked up in the hope that I could delay my climax, but it just made things worse. In front of me was the dance floor. Hundreds of students were dancing together, some were grinding, while others were twerking, there were even some passionately kissing, but I doubt anyone else in the club was getting blown. It was fucking surreal, and I couldn't stop the guttural groan that came. "What the?!" I gasped in disappointment as the footballer pulled off. The warmth of Hunter's mouth was replaced with a sudden coolness. Glancing down, I saw the big defensive tackle grinning at me, his green eyes twinkling, while he massaged freezing cold lube around my shaft. Deciding there was enough, he clumsily got to his feet beside me. There was no room between his thick thighs and the table, but somehow he managed to maneuver himself so that he was in front of me. His vast frame blocked my sight of the dance floor and stopped anyone from seeing what was going to happen next. I watched as he tried to tug his chinos down. They were so tight that he had to shuffle and gyrate, inadvertently giving me a sexy dance as his ass wiggled in my face. "Perfect!" I whispered as his butt finally popped out. The big muscular cheeks called to me and instinctively, I reached out and grabbed them. The soft skin gave way to my eager hand and the huge footballer groaned above me. Dropping his hand, he grabbed my shaft and aimed it at his crack. Slowly, he lowered himself until my cock was pressing against his tight, already lubed-up entrance. "Someone came prepared," I smirked. With Rocky watching us intensely, Hunter smeared my slick prick around his rosebud. Eventually, I could feel the heat of his hole on my tip. Holding him still, I waited for the ring to open slightly, and knowing that he had invited me here to fuck him, I thrust up. "Shit!" gasped Hunter. Using his body weight, he forced me back down while taking more of my shaft inside him. The music was blaring in my ears, yet all my senses were focused on the tight tunnel I was invading. Unable to dictate the pace, Hunter was doing all the work. With his big hands gripping the table, he began to gently bounce on my cock so as not to draw too much attention. "So fucking big!" he groaned, the lust dripping from his voice. Each time he lifted, he clenched his muscles around my cock, only relaxing them when he dropped down. I was in heaven and then the song stopped. A couple of his teammates came back to the table. I tried to make myself smaller, but Hunter didn't seem to care and continued to grind on top of me. "You alright Hunter?" someone asked. "Yeah, he's fine," replied Rocky, laughing. "He's just drunk tons tonight. He's celebrating not being dumb!" "It looks like he's in a trance! Moving around like he's high!" "Has he been smoking weed?!" "He's definitely been puffing on something," Rocky snorted. "Shit, how did he get it in the club?" "Probably smuggled it up his ass! Doubt he'll be walking straight for a while!" replied Rocky, struggling to keep a straight face. Letting out my own chuckle, an evil thought crossed my mind and as Hunter buried my cock deep inside his ass, I made it twitch, causing him to groan. "That must be some good weed! Looks like he's having a great time... you know where I can get some Rocky?" "Yeah, it's the fucking best. It feels so good and I can't get enough of it. Me and Hunter are going to be sharing it for a long time!" said Rocky dreamily. "Okay... sounds like you're tripping balls too, mate!" The other person laughed. Hearing Rocky pretty much say he was gay brought me close to the edge and then Hunter began to pick up speed. For such a heavy man, he was surprisingly light as he moved on top of me. Gripping, then relaxing his muscles, it felt like he was massaging my cock. It had only taken a week, and I had created a slut made for fucking. "Fuckkk... cumming!" I grunted. Holding Hunter's muscled ass in my hands, I felt my cock flex before shooting thick jets of spunk deep into his ass. After no sex all day, I just kept on unloading inside him and from the way Hunter growled in pleasure, he was enjoying his ass getting violated. When the last trickle of cum exploded out, my whole body went slack and I could only whimper as Hunter lifted up, freeing my spent cock from his warm tunnel. The next twenty minutes were a post-orgasm blur. I vaguely remember Rocky shouting, "this is my song!" At some point later, I was hauled away from the table and out of the club. Twice, I heard Hunter telling people I was just drunk, and that he was making sure that I got home safely before I was bundled into a taxi and taken back to my room. "So we've talked." I looked up from the glass of water I had been drinking. My throat still burned from the single sip of alcohol earlier and my ears were ringing from the pounding music, but all of that faded into insignificance when I saw what Hunter and Rocky were wearing. They were both standing in the doorway, dressed in nothing but jockstraps and stockings. I had never, in my wildest dreams, thought of putting the two items together, but on them, it worked. They were walking orgasms. Their thighs and calves stretched the sheer material. The garter belt was tight around their six-packs, the black satin complimenting their tanned skin. As I continued to stare, I noticed that they had rubbed oil all over one another, making their pecs glisten in the dull light. Instantly, my cock came back to life. "We don't know what we are or what we like, except that we are addicted to cock." Rocky said, making his chiseled face blush. "We have been together every night since Tuesday and you're right. I really do feel more comfortable with someone that I can talk to after getting fucked!" grinned Rocky bashfully, before looking at Hunter and kissing him. "I love his body. Gripping it and kissing it... getting fucked by my captain is just..." Hunter said, each word broken with a kiss before he gave up speaking and just caressed Rock's chest. "And we have decided to thank you for bringing us together!" Rocky finished. "I'm glad that you have found each other," I said, grinning as I whipped out my cock. "Now, who wants some protein?!"