Out of Bounds E3 | The quarterback gets what he's owed from me (Patreon)

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So this is what it's like to be famous. People were stopping and turning to me as they recognized who I am. How would they have recognized me? Because Connor the pea-brain blasted my picture on Instagram saying he wants to fight me. 

“This is… different,” Jonathan says. 

“You don't have to hide me. It's not safe for you two,” I say. Mark is looking noticeably uncomfortable despite his usual sassy character.

“No. Hey, if you think you got it bad, imagine being the only openly gay couple. We're not new to this.” Mark reaches out his hand and Jonathan takes it. They escort me back to their dorm. 

I half expected Connor and his friends to be waiting for me outside the building, but we got in without any hassle. Actually, everything was fine for most of the night. Really tense, and I read a lot of Instagram comments which wasn't a good idea, but it was fine. 

“You guys are getting famous too,” I tell Mark and Jonathan. “People keep talking about you in the comments.” 

“They've never had our names out of their mouths,” Mark says, cuddling into Jonathan’s long arms. 

“So they bothered you before? How did it turn out?” I ask, watching Jonathan give the top of Mark’s head a kiss. 

“It was back in first year. Actually, Connor was this one's roommate.” Jonathan kisses Mark’s head again. “Actually, Connor has really calmed down.” 

“Leading a manhunt is calm? Jesus, you all must have gone through it then.” 

“He can be calmed down. He just wants to be the big alpha man,” Mark says. “Like I said before, he's more bark than bite. His henchmen though, are more bite than brains.” 

BANG! BANG! BANG! The door shook with how loud someone was pounding on it. 

“And voila, the brainless bunch are here. They finally figured out how to open the front door,” Mark sits up. I look at the window and wonder if I'll survive a two floor leap. “Time to face the music.” 

“I'll go out,” I say. “Thanks, you guys.” 

BANG! BANG! BANG! 

“Hold up.” Jonathan gets off the bed and walks over the door. “We're in it together now.” 

“HEY! I KNOW YOU’RE IN THERE!” A muffled voice shouts from behind the door. 

Jonathan opens the door a crack, peeks, and then steps back to open it fully. 

It's just one guy. Just Connor. He's what you think a quarterback should look like. Big and broad, and looks like he eats a whole chicken in one sitting.

“God, it smells like ass sex in here,” he groans and comes in. 

“What would you know about that? Been digging from gold?” Mark snips and gets Connor’s death glare in response. 

“You.” His piercing blue eyes settle on me and his fair skin blushes red. “Let's take it outside.” 

“Whoa, big guy.” Jonathan pats him on the shoulder. “Take a seat. This is a peaceful ass-sex kind of room.” 

“No, I can…” I start but Jonathan shushes me silently. Connor sits down on their bed and continues to glare at me.

“I'm sure this is all just a big misunderstanding,” Jonathan continues. 

“Yeah, him not understand how to keep his dick in his pants.” Connor snarls at me.

“You can't blame him if your girl has no lock on those automatic legs,” Mark says. 

“Just because we used to live together doesn't mean I won't whoop your ass, Mark.” 

Mark smirks and I realize the story between them goes deep. As I try to figure out the dynamic between them, I feel Connor’s rage turn back towards me. 

I wanted to try out for the football team too. I'd probably make a good addition, but I'm not quarterback weight. He'd crush me. 

“He has to pay for what he did.” 

“Ok, and I mean fighting will get you expelled. You already have a record,” Mark says, leaving Connor’s side and joining me on my bed. 

“Only if he snitches like a rat,” Connor snarls at me again. “If he's a real man, he's gonna shut his mouth and take it.” 

“Yeah, sure, if you didn't blast the whole thing on social media. You think the dean isn't on there?” Mark shrugs. I can see that the idea resonates with Connor from the way his eyes look up at Mark. 

“Fuck!” He punches the bed and it creaks. 

“He’ll have to make it up in a different way.” Mark pats my back.

“How?” Connor and I say in unison. 

“So, Jessie…. you asked how it all worked out when Connor was in our business, and I said that he can be calmed down…” Mark whispers in my ear. My spine tingles as I realize what's happening. 

“It's the easiest way,” Jonathan says, nodding at me.

“He's a lot less …less like a bull once he cums,” Mark says in my left year. 

“Fine. He sucks my dick and we call it even,” Connor says. He stands up and pulls down his shorts, showing that he was going commando the whole time. “He should know what my girl is choking on every night.” 

“I…” I look at everyone to see if they're serious. The big slab of meat between his legs made the idea of it being a joke disappear. 

“10 minutes and this problem is gone.” 

“I don't know how…” I start. Am I really agreeing to this? 

“Get on your fucking knees and suck it like a lollipop, are you stupid?” Connor spreads his thick thighs. 

“I'll show you. That's okay right, Jon?” Mark asks.

“Go ahead, babe,” he says from behind Connor’s wide shoulders. Mark gets off the bed and motions for me to come with me. 

“You ready?” 

“Yeah,” I swallow my pride and say. It’s the best way to resolve this. I kneel down next to Mark in between Connor’s legs. 

“I like to start with the balls. That gets him hard.” Mark nonchalantly picks up Connor’s loose sack and leans in to kiss it. He backs up and lets me try. I get closer and stop once the stench of his crotch hits me. 

“Lick those balls, bitch,” Connor says down at me. His cock is lifting off, and Mark gives his nuts another lick. 

I close my eyes and move closer, touching my lips to his warm sack before moving away. It doesn't taste nearly as salty as it smells. I observe how Mark licks the big balls and I copy him. 

“See? He's hard now.” 

And thick. And big. Bigger than me. 

“Suck it, gay boys.” Connor flexes his big uncut cock at us. Mark grabs the base of it and sticks the tip in his mouth to suckle. 

“Cleaned it for you.” Mark aims the shaft at me. I open my mouth slowly and take in the unhooded tip. 

“Choke on this fucking cock!”

A gentle hand, which could only be Mark’s, guides my head into taking more. About half way down, I feel the natural gag reflex coming in. 

“Yeah, you think Danae is gonna leave this for you?” A much rougher hand grabs my hair. “Come on. I want you to choke on it.” 

“UHHHhhHH!” I sputter on his swollen pole. 

“Take it easy on him. He's new.” I hear Mark say as I gag. He grabs my hand and places it on the base of Connor’s shaft. “Together.” 

I gag some more, but a clear mission forms in my head. Finish him, and this is over. Make him cum, and then move on. I pull myself together and start sucking and stroking him at the same time. 

“Oh yeah! Looks like he's an expert at cock sucking!” Connor taunts me and I keep going. “Oh he wants this cock bad!” 

“You still like having your nipples played with?” Jonathan asks. I feel the brute’s cock expand in my mouth. 

“3 fucking homos… ah…ah…” Connor stops his tirade of insults and moans. “Yeah, you fucking cocksucker. You like my big dick?” His hand grips my hair tightly. 

“He's about to blow. Keep going.” Mark rubs my back. 

“You think you deserve my load, you bitch? Oh suck it. Suck it!” He slaps the side of my face. The embarrassing tinge of pain makes my eyes water. 

“Just keep going,” Mark says. “Faster, if you can.” 

“Ah!! Fuck!” Connor rips his cock from my mouth and pulls my head back so I look straight up at him. “Take this, fucker!” 

I flinch as white goo web over my face and glue my eyes shut. The pain of him yanking my hair as leverage to hold my head back makes me submit to where he wants me to be. I keep my eyes closed  as he shoots on me freely.

I feel his fist moving rapidly just in front of my face until he suddenly releases my hair. I sit back, and get a gust of his stench as he pulls his shorts back up. 

“Ah!” I cry out as the sore spot where he pulled my hair gets yanked again.

“Don't fuck my girlfriend again. Capiche?”

“Yeah!” I say and he lets me go. The door slams and my two new friends start patting down my face. 

“You okay?” Mark says, wiping around my eyes and I'm able to open them. “Let's get you off your knees.” They pull me to sit on the bed. 

“I'm good, yeah. So it's finished now?” I look at the two of them standing in front of me. 

“I mean. He finished.” Mark makes a kissy face at my crotch, and I come to the realization that I'm extremely hard. “But we didn't.”