The sounds of the basketball court distracted me on my way to the weight room and I paused at the door to look in. A pickup game of sorts, two-against-two, they were playing on the near half of the court and I had a view from behind and one side of the goal. Good angle for this sort of game. Four college guys, just having a game for the fun of it on a Saturday afternoon, and near as I could tell, we were the only five guys in the entire gymnasium at the moment. Mother’s Day weekend, after all, most of the regulars were making appearances at their parent’s house for the obligatory kudos to their mothers. Four hunky jocks having some fun, and one skinny, scrawny nerd hoping to build up some muscle on the skin-and-bones that made up his body. Guess which one I was.
I knew these guys, at least somewhat. That black-haired Adonis was Gregor (not Gregory), whose lithe, sculptured body had danced through my wet-dreams more often than was comfortable, he was a physics major and had a brain to go with his body. He and a blond beauty named Carl (I knew little more about him than that fact) were teamed up against Phil and David. All four of them were strong, cute and/or handsome, well-muscled and athletic. Their basketball game was energetic and fun-spirited, the kind of game that you hope to see on television with the professionals, but all too often don’t get to watch. Of course, they were playing on a half-court.
They’d been playing a while, too. All four of them were sweat-soaked, hair plastered to their heads, beads flying from their bodies when they turned, their bodies shining in the overhead lights that were drenching them in sulfur-yellowish light. I watched as Gregor made a basket, and there was a pause while Phil chased the ball that had bounced awry down toward the other doorway at this end of the court. Gregor lifted the hem of his tank-top and lifted it to his face, wiped it as I stared at his six-pack of abs, six glowing globes of glory that arced as he raised his arms up and down, the way a cobra waves under the spell of the fakir’s pungi-flute. He lowered it and I turned my admiration towards his arms, long, beautifully shining, I could see every separate muscle on his beautiful, beautiful body and....
“Here he is, guys!” came a yell behind me and with that, my shorts and jockstrap were grabbed and yanked down to my ankles in one sharp motion. The guys turned (three of them, it was Phil who had caught the ball outside in the hallway, seen me looking in and sneaked up behind me), and there I was, naked from the waist down.
And sporting a hell of an erection! I reached to cover myself with my hands, but not until a handful of seconds had passed, and it was by then far, far, far too late.
“You like what you were seeing?” David demanded.
“He was staring at Gregor. I saw him.” Phil scoffed as he rejoined his
comrades. They were arrayed against me, now, me miserably bending down to pick up my shorts and jock again and tug it up around my humiliation.
I was looking down, both in shame and to see how to adjust my waistband (ever try to get a jockstrap straight when you pull it up with the shorts? Doesn’t happen), and when I looked up again, they were right on top of me.
“What the fuck did you think you were looking at?” Gregor demanded.
“He was looking at you.” Phil supplied, snickering.
“And you got a boner from that?” Gregor wasn’t looking very handsome
right now. He looked mad as hell, and mad at me! “You get hot looking at sweaty guys, huh?”
“Honest, I didn’t know I had a boner while I was looking at you!” I nattered out. “It just came up by itself!”
“Of course it came up. You were thinking about this, weren’t you?” Gregor grabbed his crotch and waggled it, his hand outlined a formidable column in his shorts...I could SEE the outline of his cock when he did that!
And I made a big mistake right then, my eyes fastened on his crotch, wide as I could make them, and I licked my lips.
“You do!” Carl accused me. “You want Gregor’s cock, don’t you?”
“You want this?” Gregor snarled at me. “You want a ride on my cock,
geek?”
“Uh...huh!” I gasped. The coincidence of sounds was, well, coincidental, but that was all it took.
“You do, huh. Well, then, I’ll just give it to you.”
I backed away but Dave and Carl grabbed me. One on each arm, and given
how strong they were and how puny I was, that was all it took, I struggled, but that was all there was to it.
Phil yanked my shorts and jockstrap down again and I was right back where I’d started, naked below the waist with a hard-on. And any arguments I might have had were lost with that erection.
“Yeah, we’ll just give you some of this.” Gregor muttered. “Get him down on the floor for me. Can’t fuck him standing up.”
I writhed and kicked as Gregor’s three buddies obeyed his command. I’d always known Gregor was something of a leader with these guys, but this was the first time I’d seen it in action like this. He ordered...and they followed without hesitation.
I was taken down on the cold wooden floor on my back and Phil wrestled my shorts and jock off of me and helped his buddies to pin my legs up near my head. With Phil now at my head and Dave to my left and Carl to my right, all six hands holding me down, I could only watch as Gregor slid off his own shorts and jockstrap and as naked as I was, knelt down, his hairy legs as shining as the rest of his body. Damn, even here, even now, he looked so damned perfect! If I had to get force-fucked, I couldn’t have asked for a more beautiful guy to be doing it to me and...oh, my God! He was huge!
He didn’t lube himself, but his crotch was as sweaty or sweatier than the rest of him, his cock was sopping wet from that and his energy took care of the rest of it. His hard prong hit my ass and it didn’t knock, it hit me like a battering ram. My ass made an initial resistance, and then gave way like so much wet tissue paper. I moaned as the huge, thick length of it plowed its way into me, Gregor grunting above me like a large, gorgeous-bodied pig-man, and his buddies were chuckling, a sound like the rain hitting the roof, and like the ocean waves pounding rocks on the beach.
“Huh-uh-uh, huh!” Gregor got the rest of the length into me, and with the full body of his dong in me, he leaned down to rest his weight on one brawny arm and that put his face over mine. “You like that, shithead? You like my cock in your ass?”
“Ah-heee!” I whimpered in lieu of an answer I might regret.
“Give it to him, Gregor. Really pound this nerd’s butt.” Dave urged.
“Teach him to stare at you like that.” Phil added.
Gregor began to move, and I whined some more. The pain wasn’t that
bad, though. I couldn’t help it, the guy had turned me on before I’d been grabbed. My ass had mostly opened up for him as he plunged into me, you can’t get your body to lie when you’re getting fucked by a guy you’ve dreamed of being fucked by. The feeling is less a case of “I’m being violated” and more like “Thank God! At last!”
“Make him squeal, Gregor.” Carl said as Gregor began to hunch at my butt. “Make the little geek feel your cock. Teach him a lesson!”
I looked up at Gregor moving back and forth above me. He still looked like a fucking god! So beautiful, so sweat-glowing with tousled hair and shining face softened by his exertions of passion into my body that he didn’t look at all aggressive, even though his buddies were holding me down while he fucked me. He looked like a...lover.
“Guhhhhh!” I moaned and the change in my tone was unmistakable.
“The shithead’s getting into it.” Phil said in awe.
“You must not be fucking him hard enough.” Carl opined.
“Get him harder, man, harder!” Dave chipped in.
Gregor did speed up, but my moans didn’t change their tenor, only
their intensity. God, it just felt so good! Even here, even now, I couldn’t help it, it felt good! “Ohhhh, yeahhhh!” I groaned. “Yeah, yeahhhhhh!”
“You bastard!” Gregor grunted. “You’re not supposed to like it, you turd, shut up, shut the fuck up, damn it!” And he rammed my ass harder.
“I can’t help it!” I gasped out. “It feels so good! I like it, I like it!”
“You prick, you son of a bitch. Quit liking this!” Gregor panted at me. “Guh-huh-uh-uh-uh!”
“Yeah, man, yeah!” I groaned.
“Bastard, cunt, pussy!” Gregor accused me. “Oh, ah, ah, gah, ah!”
“Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh!”
“Guh-huh, guh-huh, guh-huh-huh-huh-huh...GAH-AHHHH!” And Gregor was
blasting his wads into my ass.
I groaned and squirted my own load up at Gregor as he came, splattering both of us with my jizz. “UH-HUH-UH-UHHHHH!”
“AH, SHIT, HAH, AH, GOD, FUCK, AHH, AHH, ahhhhhh!” And he fell down onto me as his arm seemed to give way, and he was panting heavily, my come making squishy feelings as his body and mine rubbed over each other, Gregor jerking in his post-coital earthquake.
“You made the little bastard come.” Phil wondered aloud.
“The shit liked it.” Dave said.
“He’s a fucking queer!” Carl concluded. “And by you fucking him, you
were just giving him what he wanted.”
Gregor raised up onto his knees again.
“I shouldn’t have pantsed him.” Phil decided. “Just beat the fucker
up, that would have done it.”
“We can still beat him up.” Dave punctuated his comment by slugging me on my side.
“Leave him alone.” Gregor said. “Just turn him loose and let him go.”
The guys obeyed him, but Phil muttered. “Maybe you’re sweet on the
faggot.”
“Shut up.” Gregor ordered and Phil subsided. To me, Gregor snarled. “Get up and get your shorts on!” He was putting his own on as well.
I complied, not daring to look up at him. When I was done, I did look,though.
The look on Gregor’s face was...odd. Not angry, not smiling. It took me a while, but I finally got it, the emotion he was wearing.
Confusion. The god-in-flesh was confused! I should have thought the Earth would shiver and the skies crack with lightning.
Gregor’s mouth worked, then opened. “Get the fuck out of here.”
“Sure.” I said and then dared to say it. “Thanks.”
“For what?” He didn’t wait for the answer. “Get the fuck out of here,
now!”
I got out. I didn’t know what to think about this. I spent the rest of the day in my room at the dorm, thinking about it.
Late that night, there was a knock at the door. I opened it and Gregor was there. The confusion of this afternoon was still on his face, but it was tempered, somehow, with something else.
Without a word, he pushed his way past me and walked in. “Shut the door.” he said. “We have to talk.”
I shut the door and turned to face him.
I’d just have to see what happened next.
THE END
