One Shots

The Football Player and the Baseball Jock

The Football Player and the Baseball Jock
by Clark Wayne https://www.patreon.com/clarkwayne

"Dude. I'm not sitting on that thing again," I say as I glance over at my roommate and fuck-buddy Harris, a beautiful, fucking dark haired God with a beautiful fucking dick.

"Come on. You know you want to," he taunts as he fists is thick cock.

"It doesn't matter if I want to or not. We need to get going. I think twice last night was enough."

I run around the room sifting through piles of laundry on the floor for a clean t-shirt. I see one of his and I pull it on. It's tight.

"One more. Come on, Trip. Just one more time."

"You're going to be late for class and I'm going to be late for football practice."

I pull on some jeans I find laying over the back of a chair. They're tight as hell. They must be his too. He likes to wear his pants tight to show off his muscular quads and stellar ass. Thank god we wear the same size.

"Babe..."

I freeze in place and turn to him.

"Oh no you don't. Don't "babe" me. You know I hate that shit."

"You don't mind me calling you that when I'm inside you."

"That's different and you know it!"

Damn it, He's right.

"I want to be inside you, babe."

"I said to stop that! We're not boyfriends," I point to him as I grab my ball cap and put it on.

"You mean we're "not boyfriends" who fuck." His white teeth flashing me.

I glance over at him again as I rush around trying to find some shoes. I throw his on. Same size.

"Quit stroking it, dude," I roll my eyes, but he knows that I fucking worship that thing.

"Why? Does it make you horny?" he asks with a devious grin.

"Idiot. Get some clothes on and get to class. Sometimes I feel more like your mother than a roommate."

I grab a practice jersey and shove it into my backpack.

"Babe."

I freeze again. "Stop it."

"Babe?"

"Stop it!"

“Bitch,” he says with a growl.

I froze. My spine tingles and my ass twitches. That fucker knows that gets me every time. I turn to look at him and his face is stern, his square jaw clenched. I swallow hard and then shook my head. “No,” I said. “Nope, not going to happen.” And I go about getting stuff together for practice.

"I swear, just one more load in that perfect football player ass and I'll leave you alone."

"You're incapable of leaving my "football player ass" alone. I think we both know that."

"That's because I love being inside you, Trip."

"Stop saying that too. 'Being inside you.' It sounds gay," I say, visibly shuttering to show my disgust.

"You'd rather I say I love fucking your pussy like a drunk sorority girl?"

"That's better than that flowery shit you say all the time. You're an All-State baseball player, fucking act like it."

His eyebrows raise. I thought that would piss him off. It doesn't.

"Then come sit on my bat,” he says as he grips his cock with both hands like he’s holding a bat. Yes, his cock is long enough to grip it with two hands and is thicker than the handle of a baseball bat. That’s why I love bouncing on that fucker. It fills me the fuck up and it shoots like a firehose.