Out of Bounds E12 | How I ended up sucking the mean jock's dick (Patreon)

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Quick recap: There's a lot to say for our foursome. Jessie, our principle character up till now, has had a rough start at his new college. He hooked up on his first night...with the quarterback Connor's girlfriend. With a manhunt behind him, Jessie found friends in the openly gay couple on campus who help protect him. One of the ways to protect him, was to reveal that Connor is a lot less angry when he gets to be sexually dominant. Mark and Jonathan help Jessie pays his dues, and Connor never lets them forget it. On the other hand, Jessie, Mark and Jonathan's friendship blossoms, and they navigate getting to know each other...and each other's kinks. Let's just say Mark and Jonathan aren't your conventional couple.

However, Connor isn't just about to dissapear after getting his win. In fact, he seems bent on making Jessie's life hell. It doesn't help that Jessie can't stop fighting back. This week, we're diving into the story of before Jessie's arrival to campus, and how Mark, Jonathan and Connor met.

Enjoy!

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From Mark’s POV:

It's kind of nostalgic to see Jessie figure it out. He's a cutie, but that tough-guy bit is clearly just an act. He has the potential, but for now, he doesn't really have it in him to be the alpha. Connor probably sees it too and that’s why they're on each other’s cases like this. 

Jessie after he has his nuts unloaded though? The worry is all in the eyes. Most guys are not so tough after cumming, but for me it truly separates who's strong and who’s not. 

“He's not going to come after me again with his football buddies, is he?” Jessie asks as he puts his clothes back on. He's rushing so his limbs get caught in the wrong holes.  

The funny thing about him is that he's clearly at least a little bisexual, but he's not ready to admit it yet. The man gets rock hard at a drop of a hat when there's gay action going around him, and as soon as he cums, both his ego and cock deflate like a leaky balloon. 

“I wouldn't be surprised if he did.” I shrug. “You poked the bear. Calling his girlfriend loose? I mean, first of all, true. But yeah, you fucked up.” 

“Babe!” Jonathan jabs me in the side. I communicate with my boyfriend silently, expressing that I'm just answering Jessie's question with honesty. Jonathan’s eyes tell me to shut the fuck up. 

“How'd you even get out of this mess?” Jessie leans against the wall and rubs his eyes. “Connor was your roommate and you survived?” 

“I'm a survivor.” I say in a sing-songy way, Jonathan and I snicker at the reference, and Jessie as per usual looks at us with his lost puppy eyes. Maybe he is straight. 

“How did you do it?” he asks. 

“Tell him, babe. It’s a good story,” Jonathan says. 

Flashback… 

I was nervous to get into the dorm room. First year away from home, first roommate, first blah blah blah. None of that is super interesting. I'll skip forward to the part where I met Connor. 

The first thing that I noticed was the deodorant spray smell. He must have just used it a second before I walked in because it was overwhelmingly powerful. 

The next thing I noticed was his big back and shoulders facing me. I immediately thought of those sports where they wear the shoulder pads and crash into each other. It almost looks like he's wearing them now with how wide he is. 

“Hi,” I say as I roll my luggage in. 

“Yo,” he turns around and says. His clear blue eyes were the third thing that I noticed. Those eyes size me up, and the pretty colour gets glazed over with a look of disdain. “Not this bullshit.” 

“Excuse me?” I push my stuff to the side of the room that isn't occupied.

“Just don't fucking creep on me when I'm trying to change, alright?” he says without looking back at me. 

“Who says…” 

“I know your type.” Connor turns around and glares at me. “You think we don't have little bitch boys like you where I'm from? I said, keep your eyes to yourself and we’ll be fine.” 

And that's how our roommate-ship began. I was pissed, of course, but the man could snap me in half like a toothpick if he wanted to. I had to be careful while I figured out my game plan.

Living with a homophobic grunt wasn't how I anticipated to start college either, but I went through the route of asking for a new room and was denied. Too many requests and not a valid reason apparently. 

So for a while, we kind of just lived opposite lives in the same room. His side of the room looks like a stereotypical frat boy barfed all over it. Socks accumulated over weeks. Always a wrapper of something by the foot of his bed. The permanent smell of Axe causing me brain damage. 

This is the fucked up part. Even though he treats me like a second class citizen in my own room, I still think he's hot. 

Connor has a body that is both muscular and not all at once. Under a certain light, like the one lamp that's on after he comes back from his night time shower, you can see the individual muscle groups popping out from his bulky form. Otherwise, he looks like he can break a door by charging at it. Whether or not the gym bros would classify this as “ripped”, Connor is obviously strong.

I tried not to look too much. One, out of respect for myself because of what an asshole he is. Two, because I didn't want to prove him right. 

However, Connor got more comfortable as time went on, and soon he was often in his boxers. When he was turned around, I would look at his strong back and wonder about looking at the front side with the same detail. 

One Saturday night, I was hanging out on the bed with a book when he stumbled in after a party. The man looks like a lumberjack in red plaid, and I do mean that in an offensive way. 

“Whoa! Your bed is over there, big guy,” I sit up on my bed as he pretty much crashes onto the end of the frame. 

“You. Shut your gay mouth.” Connor balances himself on my bed with his big palms, then he walks backwards to flop onto his bed. 

CREAAAAK! I don't think these flimsy bed frames are meant to take a beating like that. 

“Fucking jeans,” Connor mumbles to himself as he undoes his pants. Without getting up, he struggles to pull them off, yanking down his boxers enough for me to see the entirety of his pubes before he succeeds in undressing.

Boxers are plaid too, of course. What else could they be? 

He unbuttons his shirt, and then gives up on trying to take it off. His big pecs heave as he takes big breaths, and I finally get the full view I've been wondering about. The front of him looks as strong as his back, and a patch of dark hair on his stomach leads down to the pubes that I just saw. His body hair is surprisingly dark for how blond the hair on his head is. 

“Ah…” Connor struggles to kick off the jeans from his ankles. They look a little small for how thick his thighs are. He gives up on that too, and I watch the beast calm down and accept his state. 

“Do you want some help?” I ask.

“You…” he grunts. “Fine.” 

I go over and assess the situation. The denim is just bunched up around his ankles, and so I easily help him take them off once I solve that problem. 

“Oh… fuck…” Connor groans in relief, and it embarrasses me to feel myself get turned on by the masculine sound. “Thanks.” 

“No prob…”

“Socks too.” He sticks his feet up in my face, and a sharp odour stings my nostrils. I peel them off him and he grunts satisfyingly again. “Oh yeah, that's good stuff.” 

“Good night then?” I pinch his socks with two fingers and drop them where his pile is. 

“No. Bitch sucked me and left me blue balled.” 

“Who?” I ask. Now that he mentions it, I can see some stains on his underwear. 

“I don't fucking know her name.” Connor chuckles and my hatred for him comes back. “Shitty lay. Can't even hold a cock properly.” He goes to scratch himself innocently, and I see the hair on his stomach connect with his pubes again. 

“She didn't hold it properly? That's a new one.” I watch him tug himself inside his boxers. 

“You know when chicks are so dainty with it like how they hold burgers… you wouldn't know shit up about that.” Connor opens his eyes suddenly and stares at me. “You are a homo, right?” 

“I am,” I admit to him. He clocked me on the first day and I never fought back because he was right. 

“Thought so.” His hand leaves his boxers and he sniffs it. He says something else then but I forget what because my attention gets caught by the clear log shape poking out of the plaid pattern. 

I scan his body all at once. His thick thighs. His large round pecs rising and falling. The pathway created by his body hair down to his boner. 

“So she didn't hold it properly and that's why you didn't finish?” I ask, holding my breath. 

“You're even more gay than I thought,” Connor chuckles. “Called it from day one. You want to see my cock?”

My face flushes as I realize I'm not being as subtle as I want to be. I feel frozen by the shame of trying to seduce my bully, and even more for failing at it. 

“Here.” Connor reaches inside the middle slit of his boxer and grunts as he pulls his dick out. “Oh, fuck,” he grunts and he pulls his balls out too. 

Holy shit, he's huge. I think I can fit both of my hands on there. 

“I just want chicks to fucking grab it, you know.” He grips the base of the enormous hooded cock tightly and waves it. Connor opens one eye, and his blue iris pierces into my soul. 

Does he mean…

He holds out his shaft to me, and I tenderly reach for it, keeping eye contact with him. As soon as my finger tips touch his hot wood, I wrap my grip around it and he lets go. 

“Yeah… like that.” Connor grimaces. “Put your mouth on it.” 

“What?” 

“Put your mouth on it!” he shouts at me and it scares me. I lean down over the moist hooded tip and yelp my hair gets yanked. “Now!” 

I open my mouth in compliance, and his large salty meat lodges itself in my throat. 

“Oh, you've been waiting for this. I know you have,” Connor grunts. 

He’s right.

“MMm!” He thrusts up into me roughly, keeping my head down with his palm. “MMM!” The action is powerful, and I have no part in it except to be his vessel. That becomes extremely clear to me as he fucks my mouth without remorse.

“GuHHHhHHH!”

“Shut up. I don’t want to hear it.” 

“MmMmmmM…”

“Shut up!”

I try my best to keep my composure as the humongous dick pushes the limits of what my mouth can handle.

“Yeah, bitch…fucking beta… bitch…” His tip repeatedly rubs against the back of my throat. “AhHhhHh…” 

I sputter and his bitter cum goes up my nose, causing me to cough even more. His steady hand holds me down and doesn't budge an inch as he fucks the load unapologetically into my mouth. 

I just waited for the moment that he stops thrusting with his hand glued to the back of my head. I swallowed, because that’s the only thing I could do.

And then I waited for him to let go of my head. But he didn’t. His heavy palm kept my skull in place, and I thought he was still cumming until I heard it.

He's snoring. 

He’s not even fully soft yet.