Dirty Boys

MM Straight to Gay First Time

Edward Raines

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           This is a work of art / fiction. Names, places, business, characters and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons living or dead, actual events or places is purely coincidental.

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I scowl every time I see his cocky grin. I hate Blaine Berry, and yet I can't take my eyes off of him.

After one mistake, I've become the outcast of our football team - and the target of Blaine's bullying. I've never been one to stand down, and when we start trading blows in the form of vicious pranks, we land ourselves in big trouble.

Blaine and I are sentenced to scrub the locker room showers - baring all - with only a toothbrush.

We've got two hours, and I can't take my eyes off him. Things are going to get more heated than I ever imagined, especially when I discover that Blaine is also sneaking glances at me.

We're supposed to clean the showers, but we're going to make them dirtier than ever...

This is an LGBT (lesbian, gay, bisexual, transgender) short story with romance themes.

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Dirty Boys

Tyler was pissed.

The eighteen year-old high school senior knew he had no right to be angry at Coach Simpson. All things considered; the punishment that Tyler was about to begin on that Saturday afternoon was quite light, compared to what the notoriously surly old man could have handed down.

Still, the football player was no mood for gratitude. He hunched over and began to peel his shirt up and off his upper body as his short, curly blonde hair bobbed and relaxed, again.

It was strange for him to see the locker room on a Saturday afternoon; nearly Saturday evening. Dusk had set-in, and golden rays of sunlight beamed through the long, horizontal windows that lined the walls, painting the rows of grey lockers and maple-wood benches with warm, glowing tones.

Tyler sighed and rolled his eyes. He looked down inside his locker. There, he found a toothbrush with a note.

Make it spotless, the note read.

Tyler knew what this meant. Coach Simpson had already delivered his sentence a few days earlier.

“You’re each going to scrub that shower floor with a toothbrush, and since neither of you can seem to respect the team uniforms, you’re going to do it naked,” Coach Simpson had said to them, his tone as gritty and gravelly as when he was standing on the sidelines in a fit of anger over a missed opportunity or dropped ball.

And he was not the only one on the receiving end of Coach Simpson’s wrath. Blaine Berry, the team’s hot-shot defensive-back and, in Tyler’s mind, certified asshole, was in the very same boat.

The punishment had resulted from a series of pranks that had started when Blaine and a few of his buddies on the team decided to steal Tyler’s clothes while he was in the showers one afternoon. Though the two teens had played on the Varsity team for two seasons by this point, they had never quite gotten along. But, after a botched snap had led to a crucial missed field-goal kick by Tyler, Blaine had ridiculed and bullied him from the sidelines and in the lockers.

Most of the team understood. Accidents happen. Even Coach Simpson defended Tyler and his snapper, Joel, from the team’s criticisms after the game.

But Blaine was not so sympathetic.

“You’d better not have cost me a scholarship with that shit,” Blaine had told him after the missed kick. With the roar of the away-team crowd behind his back, he felt the sting of defeat as Blaine talked down to him.

“Fuck off,” Tyler had said to the tall, dark-haired jock. He knew that he could only put on a façade of strength or be relentlessly antagonized about his mistake. And Tyler had been playing football long enough to know how to do just that. He quickly rose to meet Blaine, eye to eye—or as close to this as possible. Tyler was six-inches shorter than the dark-haired jock, and Blaine had a good fifty pounds on him.

Tyler knew he had won games for the team far more than he had lost them. He did not feel ashamed, and refused to let Blaine gaslight him.

After an assistant coach interrupted the beginnings of a shoving-match between the two, Tyler assumed that he had defended himself and Blaine would not cross him, again.

But back in the locker rooms, while Tyler took a quick shower, Blaine was determined to make his contempt known. He and a few of his friends swiped Tyler’s clothes; not just his uniform, but his school clothes, too. By the time Tyler re-emerged from the showers, he was made to rush around with a towel around his waist to find his clothes, only to realize that they had all been tossed up onto the rafters that hanged high in the ceilings of the locker room.

Unable to find another pair of clothes, Tyler had been forced to drive himself home in nothing but his towel.

The blonde knew who had done this to him, and he was determined to get even. So, before the following practice, he returned the favor and stole Blaine’s uniform, as well as his jock-strap and sports cup. Tyler shoved it all in his locker and clamped the lock.

Only a few minutes later, Blaine was benched during practice by Coach Simpson for being ‘unprepared’ and ‘inappropriately dressed.’

Tyler had not so much intended to get Blaine in trouble with Coach Simpson. But, in Tyler’s mind, this was collateral damage for having fired the first shots at him.

Blaine glared at Tyler during practice. Tyler could feel the heat of Blaine’s dark eyes gazing at his back. He did not care, though. He knew the jock would not try anything during practice. It was after practice that he would have to worry.

And this payback arrived on-time, but in a way Tyler never could have imagined.

He arrived back to his locker, only to find the lock missing. He knew this was incredibly suspicious, and a lump formed in his stomach. He looked around and found nothing out of the ordinary; his clothes were still in his locker, too.

But, Tyler did not look when he slid his tight briefs back up his body. Only a few minutes later, driving home, he felt dozens of ant bites on his dick and balls. He swerved the car to the side and frantically yanked his pants down his legs, going so far as to get naked while sitting at a red light.

The blonde fumed, and knew he was going to think of something even worse for Blaine.

But, when he came into practice the following day, he—along with Blaine—was called into Coach Simpson’s office. He soon found out that one of the players who had helped Blaine put ants in his underwear had confessed this to an assistant coach.

That was it. Coach Simpson had had enough. And it did not matter how ‘tough’ Tyler or Blaine tried to appear, they both felt terrified to have incurred Coach Simpson’s fury.

In the locker room that Saturday afternoon, Tyler did not know what to expect. He looked over his shoulder only to see an assistant coach standing in the doorway to the lockers, watching him.

“Come on,” Coach Anderson said, looking down the hallway to something that Tyler could not see. “Get out of those clothes and get to the showers.” The man eyed Tyler and added, “Both of you.”

Only a moment later, Tyler saw Blaine appear in the doorway and breeze quickly past Coach Anderson. The jock had a scowl on his lips that was unflinching, as though set-in stone long before that moment.

Blaine set his bag down, unlocked his locker and yanked his shirt off his body. Tyler snuck a glance and saw Blaine’s ripped upper-body. His muscles were chiseled and well-defined, but more than anything, they were big compared to his own.

Blaine, too, eyed Tyler. The blonde turned away and faced down at the ground as he began to tug his shorts down his legs until he stood in only a pair of tight-clinging boxer briefs.

Tyler felt a rush of adrenaline. He had never been naked in the locker room. He chose his moments to get naked very carefully; usually when the locker room was mostly emptied-out. And, he had made just as certain to never look at any of his teammates when they were naked. It was a sort of unspoken rule on the team; an easily-understood rule amongst high school boys, who all prized more than anything else their reputations as ‘straight.’ In their world, this simple—yet critical—attribute still proved tantamount to ‘masculine’ or ‘tough.’ It was wrong, and it was laughable in the real world outside of the lockers.

But with youth came naivety and paranoia to not be seen as ‘gay’ or, in their minds, soft. And being caught eyeing another guy in the lockers while he was naked was the surest and quickest way to carry such a label around.

Tyler knew that if he had been confident and physically imposing enough, he could have escaped this threat and acted however he pleased. But, he was too small and insecure. Some of the guys in the lockers even poked fun at one another over the small size of their dicks when they were flaccid.

But Tyler knew he was not smooth or strong enough to pull such a stunt. Being the kicker of the team, he barely fit-in with the rest of his teammates as it was. So, it was no wonder guys like Blaine had it out for him.

Blaine was not one of the guys to joke around in the lockers. The jock was far too busy looking as though he was perpetually sucking a lemon as he walked up and down the aisles and throughout the showers.

He had nothing to prove, though. The eighteen year-old was one of the bigger guys on the team, in more ways than one.

Tyler had heard the rumors a few times, before.

‘Blaine Berry is hung.’

He’d heard this gossip a few girls in his classes. He had even heard it from some of his teammates. Tyler knew that his teammates would not have said such a thing unless they had seen this with their own eyes. Considering that Blaine, like most guys on the team, walked around naked, it was not hard to imagine that it must’ve been true if a group of insecure—and undoubtedly envious—high school guys were willing to admit this.

But Tyler was not about to see for himself.

Yet, on that afternoon, he knew he would have plenty of opportunity to do so.

He could feel Blaine’s presence, only a few lockers away. He bit his lip and took a deep breath. He felt riddled with anxiety and nervousness as he began to thumb the band of his boxer-briefs. He looked over to his side and saw Coach Anderson standing in the doorway with a clipboard.

“Come on, fellas,” he said with a clap of his hands. “Get in those showers and get to work. You’re going to be here for two hours.”

“What do we do when we’re done? Do we come get you?” Tyler asked, hoping to stall for a moment.

“What? No,” Coach Anderson said with a huff of contempt. “I’m not staying here. I’m just here to make sure you get started. But don’t think we aren’t going to find out if you leave early,” he said, pointing to a camera in the hallway, just outside the door.

“Come on,” Coach Anderson repeated. “Get those clothes off and get in the showers.”

Tyler turned back and headed to his spot on the bench, only to find Blaine nearly naked. The jock was wearing a pair of tiny, black trunks; maybe swim trunks—he was not sure. Blaine was faced away from him, but he could see the defensive-back’s perfectly sculpted butt as it filled-out the black, stretchy underwear.

Tyler took a deep breath and, with one swift motion, yanked his briefs down his legs. He felt the air swirl around his balmy cock and balls. His nerves felt buzzy and electric at being naked in front of Blaine and Coach Anderson. Of course, Tyler was quick to ball his shorts in his fist and clutch his clothes over his genitals.

Blaine seemed to do the same and Coach Anderson said, “Come on—bring those clothes over here and set them out here in the hallway. You can get them back when you’re done.”

Blaine rolled his eyes as he and Tyler agreed and headed over to the doorway where Coach Anderson moved out of the way and watched as the two teens tossed their clothes in separate piles on the linoleum floor.

The dark-haired jock gave Tyler a furl of his lip and a dismissive side-glance as he turned heel and started for the showers—toothbrush in fist.

Tyler followed Blaine, turning and starting for the showers, too, as Coach Anderson shut the door and repeated his prior warnings about attempting to leave early.

Tyler knew he shouldn’t look at Blaine’s naked butt. The blonde could not help himself. He knew he was not gay, but Blaine’s perfect, sculpted ass was right there, only a few feet before him, and completely nude. It was hard not to look at it, despite the fact that Tyler knew he would be dead if Blaine turned around and caught him looking at it.

He grabbed his toothbrush from his locker and followed Blaine into the showers. Each boy covered themselves with their hands as they walked into the showers and took opposite sides.

Tyler hunched forward and lowered down. He squatted down and shrugged.

What the fuck am I supposed to do, now? He thought, before lifting back up to wet his toothbrush with water from the shower head. He squatted back down and began to lazily brush the small, white tiles on the floor.

The tiles lined the floor and walls. They were faded with grime and yellowed with age. Still, Tyler had no intention of attempting to do any serious cleaning that afternoon.

He looked down at his dick and balls as they hanged between his squat thighs. He wondered if Blaine was looking at him. He knew that if Blaine did look at him, the jock would see his ass—even his ass hole, which he felt was more private an area than even his genitals. He felt a strange pride at this possibility, though he did not know why.

Tyler slowly turned to look back over his shoulder at Blaine. The tall, muscular football jock was faced away from him and standing upright. Blaine had chosen to brush the tiles on the wall rather than the floor. Tyler did not have to look for long before he caught a glimpse of Blaine’s low-hanging ball sack just below the bottom of his firm butt cheeks.

Tyler felt an odd stirring in his body, and he quickly turned back to the job before him.

Don’t look at him. Don’t talk to him. Just put in your time and get the fuck out, he thought to himself, as if coaching himself on the best strategy for the afternoon.

“Thanks a lot, asshole,” he heard Blaine quip.

“What?” Tyler said.

Blaine looked over his shoulder and repeated, “I said: ‘thanks a lot, asshole.’”

“Man, fuck you,” Tyler snipped. “You started this shit.”

“Make your field goals like you’re supposed to,” Blaine said. “Coach should have kicked you off the team after that shit.”

“Why? Because Joel doesn’t know how to hold a ball?” Tyler snapped back.

He was pleased to find that this had temporarily quieted the jock.

Still, Tyler felt a stinging frustration that stained his cheeks with heated blotches of flushed tones. He felt as his heart sped and his body tensed. The blonde fully-expected he would have to physically defend himself from Blaine before the afternoon was over.

Tyler heard Blaine scoff and turned back to see the jock had dropped his tooth brush. He bent over to pick it up, and Tyler could not help but eye the jock’s asshole. It was small and tight, with a faint tuft of dark hair feathered around it. He was not surprised that even Blaine’s asshole would look more masculine than his own pink, bald asshole. This fact bothered him as much as it seemed to instill curiosity deep in his mind.

There was something to be said for seeing such a private part of his teammate’s body. It was a body-part that, even for teammates having shared a locker room together, he knew he should never have seen.

Tyler continued to scrub the tiles, even as he felt his cock become a bit fuller than it had been moments, earlier. He quickly tried to erase all thoughts of Blaine’s ass, even as images of his tight hole filled his mind.

Frustrated, Tyler did not know why these thoughts were not having the opposite effect; making his dick limp and soft. Instead, it was making his dick full and plump. He suddenly felt he had something he needed to hide from Blaine.

This was not a problem until the jock decided to stop brushing the tile.

“Fuck this,” Blaine muttered to himself, and tossed his tooth brush across the showers.

The jock felt he was far above doing anything so pointless and menial. He felt that if anybody deserved this punishment, that it was Tyler; and if for no other reason than missing the game-winning kick.

Blaine turned around and lowered himself until he was sitting on the ground with his back against the wall. His knees were up against his chest. He watched Tyler. The blonde was still squatting over and faced away from him.

Blaine hated the fact that he was getting hard just from looking at the blonde teen’s tight, smooth asshole. It was so open and exposed for him. And even though he was fifteen feet away, he could see it perfectly.

He tried to keep his eyes away from Tyler’s body. At first, he failed miserably. But, given the worry that the placekicker would catch him, Blaine finally pulled his eyes away and looked towards the ceiling. More of a worry than being found out was the fact that his cock had started to swell between his big thighs. He knew that if Tyler looked back, that the blonde would see his big, half-hard dick hanging down between his legs atop his sack, which rested against the tile floor.

He’s cute, but he’s such an annoying asshole, Blaine thought about the kicker. Why does he have to be so fucking cute? I’m a month away from high school and then I can do whatever the fuck I want. Why is he making me want to throw it all out of the window?

Tyler continued to scrub the tile, utterly oblivious to the private thoughts swimming about in Blaine’s mind.

“Better work harder,” Blaine said with a chuckle. “Or I’m going to have to tell coach that you’re slacking.”

Tyler immediately looked over his shoulder as tension filled his body and he prepared himself for confrontation.

His blue eyes darted back and, at once, he saw Blaine sitting down. He saw, too, the big, heavy dick hanging down between his legs—the tip of it long enough that it reached down and kissed the tile floor.

Tyler tried to mask his immediate reaction of shock and curiosity with the same disaffected façade he had worn over his eyes since he first stepped foot onto the football team.

“Fuck off,” he muttered back.

“What’s that?” Blaine said. The jock started to rise. Tyler did the same as Blaine began to walk towards him, crossing the tile-floor space between them.

“You heard me,” Tyler said. His heart pounded as he saw Blaine march towards him. The blonde had no intention of getting into a fight with the jock while they were both completely naked. But, he knew that, eventually, he would need to defend his pride, regardless of how convenient the circumstance proved.

Blaine neared Tyler and the blonde took a guarded stance. He moved back against the wall as Blaine stepped into his personal space. At once, Tyler felt the jock’s warm energy circulate over him. He could smell Blaine’s cool, clean body-sprayed scent as it mingled with the musk beneath his armpits.

“Say it to me again, bro,” Blaine said.

“Why? You heard me the first time. Why don’t you go cry about it to Coach Simpson like the little snitch you are,” Tyler said.

“Say that to me one more time, bro, and you’re going to regret it,” Blaine said. To Tyler’s surprise, it was fury that seemed to fill the jock’s glare. Instead, it was a simple excitement that seemed borne more out of amusement than anger.

For whatever reason this had been, it left Tyler feeling more at-ease. He stepped forward and decided he was not going to back down from Blaine’s threats, despite the fact that he knew Blaine could make easy work of him right there in the empty locker room. Tyler knew, too, that nobody would be around to break up the fight, as they had been on the sidelines.

“What’s your problem, man?” Tyler said.

“You’re my problem,” Blaine said.

“Why’s that?” Tyler said.

“If you just did your fucking job I wouldn’t have a problem, bro,” Blaine continued.

“Me? Maybe if you’d have made the stops you were supposed to make during that game, you wouldn’t need me to win it for you; ever think of that, genius?” Tyler said.

Blaine stepped closer. At once, Tyler felt the head of Blaine’s fat dick as it pushed up against his own. It was heavy and swollen.

Tyler watched as Blaine hesitated for a moment. He gave a small huff and seemed suddenly less sure of himself.

“What?” Tyler asked, as they each gazed into the others’ eyes.

“Nothing, bro,” Blaine said, with a curt tone lacing his insecurities.

Tyler felt his heart speed in his chest, and Blaine felt the same, despite hiding it a bit better than the blonde, who had the image of heated frustration playing on his knitted brow.

“I get it,” Blaine said. “You’re just mad.”

“About what?” Tyler said.

“About what?” Blaine said with a laugh. The jock backed up a step and wagged his finger. “Yeah, that’s it. I didn’t see it before now,” he continued, with a tone satisfaction.

“I’m not mad, bro. Are you?” Tyler said.

Blaine laughed, again and shook his head. “Bro, you’re mad because you’re the smallest guy on the team and you’ve got a small dick.”

The jock turned his eyes down at Tyler’s half-hard cock. Tyler quickly looked down, too, and cupped his dick and sack in his hands.

“Why are you looking at my dick, bro? Are you gay or something?” Tyler said, hoping that this strategy would be enough to stop Blaine in his tracks.

Blaine shrugged his shoulders and said, “So what if I was? You a bigot or something?” Blaine laughed.

Tyler scrunched his brow and cocked his head.

“What?” Tyler said. He was utterly confused.

“Fuck off,” Tyler said again. The blonde wanted no more of Blaine’s head games. He wanted to get his work done and get as far away from the jock as possible, even as he found himself nearly unable to keep from looking down at the jock’s dick. The accusation that he had a small dick, only made Tyler want to look at Blaine’s dick even more, as if to prove to himself that the dark-haired jock didn’t have that big of a cock.

He turned his eyes down—betraying his better judgment—and got a full-frontal eye-full of Blaine’s big dick. It was half-hard and thicker than he could have ever expected. The sight of this made his own dick twitch with life beneath his cupped hands. He took note of how perfectly shaped Blaine’s dick-head was, and how nicely it capped the end of his long, thick shaft. It was smooth, with an even complexion to match his perfect, round balls.

The blonde football player shook his head, as if to shake the thoughts from his mind.

“Maybe I’ll kick your ass for being a bigot,” Blaine said with a grin.

“Fuck you,” Tyler said. “If anybody is a bigot, it’s probably you.”

Blaine gazed into Tyler’s eyes, but it was not quite a leer of confrontation or dominance. It was something far different; something cryptic; something that evaded all explanation to the blonde.

“What?” Tyler said.

Blaine then gave Tyler a shove. The blonde was quick to shove Blaine right back.

The room turned blurry for both boys, as Tyler and Blaine began to tangle and wrestle. Blaine quickly pulled Tyler into a loose headlock, but the blonde was able to pry himself out of Blaine’s possession. He stepped back and, with redness on his cheeks, charged, “Fuck you, bro! What the fuck is wrong with you?”

“I see the way you’re looking at my dick,” Blaine said.

Tyler immediately pursed his lips and turned his nose up as Blaine came into his space for another round. The two grappled, again, and Tyler felt as Blaine’s thigh pushed against his dick and balls. He felt the warm muscle against his genitals. Both grunted and huffed as they struggled for victory. Finally, Blaine out-maneuvered the blonde and got himself behind him.

Tyler suddenly felt as Blaine’s dick slipped up between his cheeks. His shaft was no longer soft or even half-hard. Instead, it was quite stiff and throbbing against his ass.

“Come on!” Tyler grunted. “Fuck you!”

Blaine kept Tyler in place in his big, corded biceps. His chest heaved against the blonde placekicker’s back. Tyler could feel Blaine’s forearms stretched across his chest, holding him in place.

“Calm down,” Blaine said. “Don’t try anything stupid, okay? Let’s just keep our space and then we can leave. Coach is going to kick our asses if he finds out we were fighting in here.”

“Suddenly you’re the peacekeeper?” Tyler said, coughing and huffing as Blaine continued to hold him in place. “Fuck you.”

Blaine pulled Tyler firmer against his body. Tyler felt the big dick push harder into his crack. As much as Tyler loathed it, his own dick began to harden when he felt this. He bit his lip and felt the heat on his cheeks of frustration and helplessness.

“Let me go, bro, or I’m going to kick your ass!” Tyler shouted, again.

“Then do it!” Blaine snarled.

“Fuck you! You started this!” Tyler huffed.

Deep down, Tyler was unsure just who had started the fight this time. It had all been a hazy, dizzy mess once Blaine approached him. Tyler knew that he’d had a ‘trigger finger’ and was ready to come to blows with the jock over the smallest slight.

Tyler continued to wrestle in Blaine’s arms. He pushed his ass back against Blaine’s dick as he did this. As he did, he felt the head of Blaine’s cock nudge against his asshole.

Fuck, why is this making me hard? I’m straight and even if I wasn’t, I fucking hate him, Tyler thought. His dick is huge, though. Shit, I can feel it so hard against my ass.

“Chill out,” Blaine said. “Chill out and I’ll let you go.”

Blaine looked down and over to see Tyler’s dick was pointing outward. He saw how hard Tyler had become; not fully-hard, but hard enough that his cock was jumping and swelling before his eyes.

“You like my dick against your ass, huh?” Blaine said with a grin.

“Fuck you,” Tyler said, despite knowing that he did. The blonde did not understand it. But there was something about being held tight—being held in place—by the big, muscular and naked jock, that left him more excited and confused about his sexuality than ever before.

“You’ve got a nice ass, bro. It feels good against my dick,” Blaine said with a heavy, low tone. “I wouldn’t say that except that I think you like it, too.”

The jock reached around and grabbed Tyler’s swelling shaft in his hand. He was gentle and soft; much softer than Tyler could have ever expected from the aggressive jock.

Tyler felt Blaine’s fingers clasp around his shaft and he exhaled soft and deep. He bit his lip and said, “Come on, bro. I’m not into that.”

“Aren’t you?” Blaine grinned. “Sure seems like you are.”

Tyler knew that Blaine had him, here. His hard dick was not exactly a sign of disgust. Tyler began to moan softly as he felt Blaine’s fingers slide around his shaft. He bit his lip and his eyes closed as he lost himself in the sensation.

I could have gotten out of his arms if I wanted… so why haven’t I? Why the fuck does it feel so good? The blonde thought.

The two continued to tangle and wrestle and Blaine released his grip on the blonde. Tyler turned and faced the jock. He looked down and saw that Blaine was fully-hard, just as he was; only Blaine’s dick was huge compared to his own. Tyler figured that Blaine was eight inches long and as thick as his wrist around. Meanwhile, he was hard, but knew his skinny, pink dick was only a modest five inches.

But this did not stop Blaine from looking down at Tyler’s dick the same way the blonde had been looking at his.

“You’re looking at my dick like you want to suck it, bro,” Blaine said with a cocky grin.

“Fuck you. Why don’t you suck my dick,” Tyler said with a sharp dismissiveness. Both teens were trying their hardest to appear aloof to this deep desire.

Blaine shrugged and looked down at Tyler’s dick once more. Tyler’s mouth parted with incredulity and shock as the jock dropped to his knees.

“Fine,” Blaine said. “But if you cum, your ass is mine, bro; you do what I tell you. Got it?”

Tyler looked down at the jock that had so many times towered above him. Suddenly, he looked tamed and docile. Tyler almost felt that he truly could tell Blaine to suck his dick, and that it would be somehow acceptable.

So, to call Blaine’s bluff, Tyler said, “Fine. Go on. Suck me.”

Without another word, Tyler watched as Blaine grabbed his dick and gave it a few strokes. The jock wasted no time before he parted his lips and took the head into his mouth.

Tyler inhaled sharply as he felt the warm, wet mouth slide around his dick. He let his back fall against the cool tiles of the wall and he pushed his hips out and forwards as Blaine continued to suck his head gently and curiously, studying it with his mouth for the first time.

What the fuck… what the fuck?! What is going on? He’s actually sucking my dick?! Fuck… it feels so good… what the fuck am I doing? Tyler thought. His mind was dizzy with thoughts as they raced in and out of his consciousness. He felt as though he could faint as all the blood rushed from his head down to his legs and his dick—both of which felt heavy as lead.

Is Blaine gay? Why else would he be doing this? Fuck… if he’s gay, then that means… this is fine… he’s not going to rat me out. I can let this happen… I shouldn’t… but I don’t want it to stop… not yet, anyway. And besides, I’m not gay… he won’t make me cum. And then he’s just going to be the one who sucked my dick. And I can hold it over him…

Tyler thought of this for a moment. He felt satisfied with this strategy, but quickly his mind turned back to the fact that Blaine’s soft, wet tongue was brushing against the underside of his stiff dick-head.

The jock took more of Tyler’s dick into his mouth. Tyler felt weaker and weaker with pleasure as Blaine sucked tightly on his dick. The jock slid a hand up and caressed his sack—even moved his fingers back behind it and found Tyler’s asshole.

The blonde wanted to tell Blaine to stop. But he also wanted the jock to continue. It felt too good having his asshole caressed to tell Blaine to stop.

“Fuck,” Tyler groaned softly. His moans started as sharp breaths, but soon, they became more audible, much to his dismay. He did not want to admit to Blaine that it felt good. But Tyler knew it was a lost cause. All the evidence Blaine would need was the fact that Tyler’s dick was harder than ever.

Blaine knew better. He sucked and sucked and even tasted the beads of pre-cum as they slipped from Tyler’s dick.

Blaine’s mind churned with a million thoughts as adrenaline coursed in his veins and the grout of the tile floor left imprints in his bare knee caps.

I can’t believe he’s letting me do this, Blaine thought. He’s actually letting me suck him… fuck… his dick tastes fucking delicious, too; nice and sweet. I could suck on it all day. And even his cum is tasty… fuck… what happens if he tells the guys on the team, though? He won’t… he’s too much of an outcast… it’s hot. Fuck… he’s moaning… what if he cums? Then he’s mine.

Tyler was determined to not cum. But as Blaine sucked deeper and harder, the blonde knew he was in trouble. His balls swelled full and his sack tightened as the pleasure grew more potent by the moment.

Fuck… I’m going to cum… fuck, fuck, fuck… What if I have to suck his dick? What if he wants to fuck my ass?

The thought of this suddenly launched Tyler into orgasm. He moaned and his brow tightened. He huffed heavy and fast as his cock throbbed violently—halfway sunken inside Blaine’s mouth.

“I’m going to cum!” he warned, expecting Blaine to pull his mouth off of him.

But the jock did not flinch. Instead, he sucked harder and seemed to concentrate entirely on swallowing Tyler’s load.

“Fuck!” Tyler cried out in heavy, strained breaths as his cock exploded in Blaine’s mouth and the hot ropes of cum pumped down the footballer’s waiting throat.

Tyler shot rope after rope into Blaine’s mouth. The jock’s mouth was like a leech, refusing to relinquish its tight grip on his dick as he guzzled every last drop and emptied the blonde’s balls.

Tyler clenched his fists and moaned as the last few shots blasted into Blaine’s mouth. His cock continued to throb as Blaine pulled his mouth off and watched it—wet with his spit—continued to ooze a few final beads of pearly-white seed.

“What the… fuck,” Tyler said as he caught his breath.

“You’re mine, now, bro,” Blaine said in a whisper. “I want you on the floor. Bend over.”

Tyler lowered to the tile floor. Blaine controlled the blonde body and positioned him on all fours. He pushed Tyler’s chest down against the cold tile and pulled his butt up into the air.

Tyler could not believe he was actually letting Blaine do this to him. But he wanted it too badly to reject him. His dick was still fully-hard and twitching; his sack tight and leathery. He felt Blaine spread his legs out.

Tyler looked back over his shoulder just in time to see Blaine bury his mouth into the blonde’s ass. Suddenly, Tyler felt the warm tongue as it slid over his asshole. The jock buried his fingers into Tyler’s butt cheeks, holding his ass nice and wide-open for his mouth.

The blonde could not believe it but, just like his blowjob, it had felt amazing to have his ass eaten, even if it was by another guy—something he never in a million years expected to let himself enjoy.

But Blaine ate his ass passionately and slow. Tyler felt the long, deep brushes of Blaine’s tongue as it pushed against his hole, and teasingly stopped-short of sliding inside of it.

I’m not gay, but… fuck, Tyler thought to himself. I’m not gay… he continued to think to himself, over and over. It’s just… I came, so I’m just fulfilling my part of the deal, right?

It no longer mattered to Tyler if he was gay or not, though. His fingers dragged against the tiles on the floor as he grabbed at them, helpless to fight the pleasure Blaine’s steamy tongue shoved into his hole.

The jock had no intentions of stopping or slowing. Blaine wanted the moment to last forever, now that he had finally gotten Tyler how he wanted him.

His ass is so fucking nice… I can’t fucking believe we’re doing this… he’s never going to believe I’m straight, ever again… oh, well… doesn’t matter… we’ll be in college soon… we’ll probably never see each other, again… it’s not like I knew this was going to happen… he just looked so fucking good squatting naked… I had to have his cute butt… and now I do!

Tyler felt as Blaine’s hand reached between his thighs and grabbed his shaft. It gave it a few strokes. Despite the fact that it had only just shot its load, Tyler felt the faint hint of another orgasm as Blaine simultaneously stroked his cock and ate his ass.

He didn’t know how he had allowed himself to get taken so easily. Everything had happened so fast. Just like the scuffle before Blaine had gotten down to his knees, everything had been a blur—a fast, dizzy fit of physicality and thoughtlessness. And now, it had led to him on the ground, on all-fours, with Blaine’s tongue in his asshole as he writhed about and wailed with pleasure.

His body was tense—locking up as he felt an overload of pleasure up and down his spine. He felt his cock remain painfully hard, ready to bust for a second time.

Blaine pulled his mouth back and he shook his head and grinned. “Fuck,” he growled. “This butt is so fucking tasty and… it looks so fuckable, too.”

“Come on,” Tyler said. It was the same line he had used all afternoon. Only now, it was weak and breathy, as though he had no desire to argue with this remark of Blaine’s.

Tyler deliberately remained quiet as he felt Blaine’s finger caress his wet hole. The jock pushed the tip of his finger into him and Tyler felt his butt break open around it. The slight ache filled him and he rolled his eyes back with want.

With that response, Blaine knew what he would do. He grabbed the base of his cock, gave it a few strokes and pushed the tip against Tyler’s tight, pink hole.

I can’t fucking believe we’re doing this… no way I can stop, now, though… not when he’s got his ass up in the air and fucking asking me for it, Blaine thought with a grin.

The jock took a deep breath and pushed the head of his dick against Tyler’s ass until the reluctant, tight hole opened up around the tip.

“Mm, fuck,” Tyler whispered to himself. He could already feel the painful ache, but it did not bother him enough to stop. He could not understand his own body in that moment; why he was so aroused by all of it, even when he knew he—being a straight guy—should be turned-off by everything. But there was something too addictive about giving himself to Blaine. It was the sound of Blaine’s heavy, fast breath of anticipation that left Tyler too aroused to stop.

“Fuck,” Tyler groaned, as Blaine’s cock-head disappeared into his asshole. The warm, snug hole munched the end of Blaine’s dick and the jock watched as suddenly, Tyler’s butt swallowed the first few inches of his dick.

Blaine moaned and felt weakness grip his entire mid-section. His ass clenched and his body was tense as he felt his cock slide smoothly down into the tight, steamy canal.

“Fuck, bro,” Blaine moaned. He was unable to hold himself back, now.

Tyler did not say anything. Instead, the blonde grunted and moaned as he tried to endure the intense pain of being broken-open around a big, warm dick for the very first time.

Blaine grabbed Tyler’s butt and dug his fingers into each cheek as he gave shallow thrusts into the gooey, warm hole that gripped his shaft.

“This is fucking wild, man,” Blaine moaned. “I can’t believe we are doing this.”

“Ugh, ah… mmm,” Tyler moaned. The blonde pushed his butt backwards and felt more of Blaine’s cock push into him and fill him with potent ache.

Blaine groaned and felt the sweet, vague texture of Tyler’s rectum hug his shaft. He wondered how long he would last before he blew his load. He pinched himself to hold out, and he withdrew and waited a moment. Finally, he plunged his dick back into the hole and began to pump back and forth.

The room grew darker by the minute as the sun set and the daylight that had filled the locker room disappeared, leaving only cool tones and shadows to bathe the sweaty, breathy bodies on the floor of the showers.

Both teens groaned; their echoes bouncing off the walls of the showers. Their voices tangled in the same way as the bodies from which they came had been doing on the tile floor.

Tyler felt the sweat of Blaine’s thighs as the jock pushed his legs against the outsides of his own. He felt as the hot, warm meat of the jock’s thick cock continued to pump deep into him and split him open. He had never felt as complete as in that moment, filled by the warm girth of Blaine’s rock-hard cock.

The sensation was awkward, tense and swollen. It was more intimate and private a sensation than he had ever felt, to let Blaine inside him in this way. And yet, he wanted more. He wanted every inch of the jock’s big dick inside his steamy core.

It was as if his body had been withholding a secret from his mind all along. How, he wondered, could getting fucked by another guy have felt so amazing, and yet he had never once considered it? Never once craved it?

But Tyler knew that this was not so true. In fact, the truth had been in each time he averted his eyes from his naked teammates; each time he stole glances at Blaine in the lockers. It had been a long time coming. He did not know what Blaine’s reasoning was. But he knew that, for both of them to up there on the floor of the showers that afternoon, it must be the same fit of surrender that had coaxed him into letting this happen.

Blaine pumped his thick, pink shaft deeper and deeper into Tyler’s tight ass. He plunged as deep as he could and felt his sack push against Tyler’s warm, sweaty taint. He sank his entirety into the blonde’s virgin ass until Tyler threw his head back and winced.

Blaine pulled back a bit, but he pumped faster. He felt his cock grow hungry for release. His balls grew fuller and fuller and his legs weaker as the tension rose towards a breaking point.

“Bro…” Blaine said. “You’re going to make me cum.”

Tyler had reached between his legs and grabbed his dick. He’d already been stroking himself towards a second climax when Blaine said this to him. He bit his lip firmly and furrowed his brow. He was closer than ever, as Blaine’s cock-head massaged against his p-spot and teased his body with explosion.

“Do it…” Tyler moaned quietly. “Fucking do it.”

Blaine needed no more motivation than this. He pumped as fast as he could and felt as the tension rose higher and higher until finally, it shattered into a million pieces.

“Fuck… ugh… fuck!” Blaine cried out as his cock throbbed. He buried it deep inside Tyler’s butt and felt as the massive shots of cum blasted down his shaft and injected deep into the blonde’s steamy insides.

Tyler could feel the jock’s dick as it contracted. This was enough to make his own dick throb and pump a weak rope of cum down onto the tile floor. He tugged his cock relentlessly and moaned with frustration as the stinging pleasure gripped his body and his legs trembled with overstimulation.

Blaine pumped every last drop of his seed deep into Tyler’s butt until his legs grew too weak. He pulled out and collapsed, sitting back against the wall as his cock—wet with Tyler’s juices and his own cum—continued to throb.

Tyler collapsed onto the floor, too. He felt the warm sperm as it leaked from his throbbing, sore ass.

He looked back at Blaine, who continued to catch his breath.

Neither of the teens quite understood what they had done in that moment. They only understood that—for some reason or another—they had wanted it badly enough to put everything on the line.

“I guess you won,” Tyler said. “I came… twice.”

Blaine flashed a weak smile and shook his head. He ran a hand through his dark hair and felt the sweat on his scalp as it wetted his bangs.

“Nah… you won,” Blaine said. “I never thought I would do something like this. But, I don’t know… when I saw you.”

The jock quickly added, “I’m not gay. I’m just… I don’t know what I am… fuck.”

“Guess that makes two of us,” Tyler said with an exhausted laugh.

“What now?” the blonde then asked.

Blaine shrugged. “I don’t know,” he said. “I’ve got a few ideas, though.”

“Oh yeah?” Tyler said.

“What if when we leave here tonight, we regret everything we did?” Blaine said.

“We might,” Tyler said.

“Then we’d better get the most out of it,” Blaine said. “And I’m still hard…”

Tyler nodded and smiled, “we’re going to need more than a toothbrush to clean up the mess we’re making in here.”

Blaine licked his lips and knelt forward. He started to run his fingers up the backs of Tyler’s legs, ready to take the kicker’s ass all over again…

* * *

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