Out of Bounds E11 | The bully jock comes knocking for his treat again (Patreon)

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“So, y’all don’t hit the clubs shirtless?” I ask Jonathan and Mark. It's Friday night, and we are once again on their dorm floor because there's nowhere really to sit all together. We’re in such close quarters that if I stretched my legs out I would touch Jonathan’s feet.

“Don't believe everything you see on Instagram,” Mark says. “He's done it. Before he got comfy.” He lifts his boyfriend's shirt to pat his stomach. 

Jonathan is in good shape. They go hiking all the time, so they both are. They’re just not in “Instagram” shape. Who is anyway?

“Doing a deep dive into gay culture?” Jonathan asks as he pulls his shirt back into place. “We've been waiting to watch Drag Race with you.” 

“He's not ready for that,” Mark giggles. “Okay, on the hetero showings today, we have… Squid Games?” I chortle at his guess of what I might like to watch. He turns the laptop towards me so I can choose. 

I don't mind this at all. With the buddies on my old campus, it was party after party, bar after bar. That has its own appeal, of course. Notably, you don't catch any fish if you don't put out any nets. So for all things statistics, I got my dick wet the most during that time. 

For now, that net is still fully packed and stored away. I know it's some fucked up reaction to getting burned on my first hookup here, but I am in no rush to get back out there.

So, Netflix with some new friends on a Friday night? I'm not opposed at all. 

“We can watch the drag racing show if you guys want,” I say, turning the laptop back around. They both snicker at me, with Mark pretty much choking on his drink. 

“You ain't ready for it, pretty boy.” He wipes some tears from his eyes. “Squid Games it –”

BANG! BANG! BANG! 

That sounds like …

“YO! OPEN THIS BITCH UP!” His loud voice rumbles through the door. 

“I didn't invite him,” Mark says, reading my expression. 

BANG! BANG! BANG! 

“COME ON MARKY, I GOT SOMETHING SWEET FOR YOU!” 

“The RAs are going to hear him,” Jonathan warns. “We should open the door.” 

“It's not going to be world war 3 if I do?” The words are said to Jonathan, but Mark looks at me. 

“I'll go,” I say decidedly. It's been long enough that Connor has terrorized my social life. There is more to campus than just this little corner of it. I get up, stretch my neck, and open the door just as the next bang shakes the doorknob. 

“What the fuck?” Connor reeks of beer. His shirt is buttoned up wrong at the bottom. “Cocksucker club session is in?” He pushes my chest, and I stumble back. He’s damn strong.

“Whoa!” Jonathan’s hands catch and stabilize me. If it weren't for his grip on my shoulders, I may have charged forward. It would've been a bad idea, since all that is lacking in Connor’s blond head is made up for with how big he is. “Not here, Connor.” 

“Shut up, cuck face. Where is he?” Connor’s cheeks are red. He looks around the small room clumsily, and zones in on Mark sitting on the bed. “You. Get on this dick, pronto.” 

“Pronto?” Mark says with a smirk. “Sexy.” 

I'm watching it happen with my own two eyes, and I still believe that Connor grew another 2 inches wider with the big breath he took in. 

“Don't you fucking talk to me with that,” he growls, stumbling forward like a bear. He grabs the front of Mark’s shirt and pulls, lifting the smaller man completely off the bed. 

“Hey!” I shout, the adrenaline rushing through me. Jonathan tightens his grip around my shoulders, immobilizing me. I watch helplessly as the dimwit jock drags my friend off the bed and drops him on the carpet floor. 

“Do what you fucking do.” Connor spreads his stance and grabs Mark’s dark hair. Another spike of adrenaline rushes through me as I watch my friend yelp in pain. 

Why isn't Jonathan doing anything? His hold on my shoulders tightens, and I can sense the worry coming from his fingers. 

“You think you're too good for my dick now?” Connor smushes Mark’s head into his groin. “Good for nothing slut.” With his other hand, he undoes his pants. A second later, he's slapping Mark's face with his soft cock. 

His dick is so big, he can actually do that without being hard. 

“Yeah, open that mouth, bitch.” 

Mark looks pathetic as he opens his mouth, trying to take the long hooded cock in, and failing as Connor slaps his meat everywhere. 

“Don't you fucking make me tell you twice again,” Connor snarls as he pulls Mark’s head back. “Capiche?” 

“Yes…sir…” Mark pants, looking up dutifully. 

“Go.” 

Mark hungrily wolfs down the thick dick in front of him and starts sucking with intention. Connor lets out a big exhale, and for a second, I see him with his guard down. 

“That's right. Suck it like it's your last meal. Suck that big dick,” he murmurs as he watches Mark serve him. We can all see him getting harder and bigger with each wet pass. 

“Fuck,” Jonathan whispers. His tight grip relaxes on my shoulders, and his thumbs move in circular motions on my tense muscles. 

“I don't want to hear shit from you, you bitch ass cuck,” Connor says dismissively. “Suck this cock!” He slaps Mark on the side of his head. “Faster!” 

“Mmm!” Mark whimpers, doubling down on his efforts. The messy slurping sound is both disgusting… and really erotic. 

“That goes for you too.” I feel my shoulders tense back up as Connor’s blue eyes connect with mine. “This isn't a free show.” 

“I'm…” I try to defend myself. 

“A fucking cuck too,” he sneers at me. “Can't get hard when you're fucking my girl, but hard as a rock looking at my big dick getting wet.” Without looking, he yanks on Mark’s hair again and pulls his enormous dick out. He taps it on my friend’s nose, spreading a layer of spit on it. 

“I'm…” I try again. 

“A fucking liar. Is he bricked up?” He looks at Jonathan over my shoulder. Jonathan's hand slides from my shoulders down my side and gives my groin a quick squeeze. “Well?” 

“He's hard,” Jonathan states, and the betrayal stings my ears. Connor's mean-spirited laugh echoes in my head.

“You're always gonna be getting off on getting my sloppy seconds aren't you? Ohh…” Connor's bull face softens for just a second and we all look down at Mark cupping his low hanging balls. 

I feel Jonathan push his body against mine. I think he's preparing himself to stop me from attacking. However, there's really only one thing that I feel.

His boner. Pressed against me. 

“Just enjoy it,” he whispers in my ear. “It's alright. We’re good.” 

I feel like I'm hyperventilating. There's too many sensations happening all at once.

The rage of seeing Connor again. 

The jealousy of seeing his big cock get sucked.

The loud sound of Mark slurping on his cock.

Jonathan’s hard-on pressed against me.

My own boner, aching for attention. 

“Let me help you,” Jonathan says in my ear again. “Okay?” 

Sweat starting to cover my whole body, I nod just enough for him to see. He slips his hand into my waistband and I hear his breathing change as he wraps his hand around my moist tip. He only gives it a couple strokes and then changes gears. 

I'm in a staring contest with Connor that I can’t stop, and I don't even look down as my sweats get pulled down. 

“Ah!” I squint, but don't blink as a warm wet feeling surrounds my shaft. 

“Mmmm…” A low growl, almost like a purr, comes from Connor’s chest. From my peripheral vision, I see Mark going for the finish. His dark brown hair moves in a blur, twisting in every direction. 

“Ahh…” I let out a moan again. Jonathan isn't as good as Mark is at this, but the intensity of the situation is still ridiculously high. 

“Cocksucking bitch,” Connor hisses at me. He puffs his chest out, and I understand the game he's playing. 

He wants to prove to me that he can hold out longer than I can. The competitive nature of me locks in, and I regain control over my body. 

Not this time. 

He sees the determination in my eyes. And I see the weakness in his. Mark isn't making it easy for him either. 

“You get off way too much on this,” I say to Connor calmly. “It's good when he's licking your balls, isn't it?” Mark understands my plans and I see him come off for a lick. Connor’s large shoulders scrunch up, and I see the pathway to victory. “He's good at that because you're not the only dick he sucks.” 

“Mmmmm…” His face turns bright red as he holds back with all his willpower. 

“Shame that your girl is still a shitty lay with all the extra practice she gets,” I say coolly. Come on, Mark. Mark licks up the big shaft and deep throats again. 

“You motherfuck… FUCKKK!” Connor’s blue eyes squint, and then close as he loses control. “AhHHh!” He roars, grabbing Mark’s skull with both his large hands and fucks deep. 

“GUHHHH!” My friend sputters loudly. 

“You… bitch…” Connor deathglares at me. His face twitches as he attempts to hide all signs of pleasure.

The blond jock pushes on Mark’s forehead, and his softened dick comes swinging out. He takes deep breathes, and I see different emotions with each exhale. 

Anger

Confusion

Doubt. 

“Go home, Connor,”  Mark wipes his face with the front of his shirt. “You got what you wanted. Go home.” He pulls Connor’s pants back up for him. 

“This isn’t over,” Connor sneers at me, and I pull my dick out of Jonathan's mouth so he can see that I'm still hard. “You're going to regret what you said.” 

“Sure.” I pull my pants back up and keep my head up high. But not tonight. Jonathan and Mark both stand up and get on my side of the room. 

“Cocksuckers,” Connor grumbles unconvincingly. With a last glare at us, he leaves the room. 

“That was…” Jonathan says with disbelief in his voice. 

“Hot. Super hot,” Mark finishes his sentence. They turn to each other and I sense the sexual tension come to a head for them. 

I sit down on their floor, a little destabilised at everything that just happened. 

“We're not going to watch Squid Games, are we?” 

“You can,” Jonathan advances on his partner, and they start to kiss. 

What am I going to do about Connor now?