Straight A's | Christmas Special E1 (Patreon)

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Welcome back to Straight A’s. This takes place AFTER “Trouble in Paradise”, so they are already officially dating here. Enjoy!

From Joe's POV:

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Time is a funny thing. When it passes, it makes everything a habit. I’m only in my 20’s, so take what I say with a grain of salt. However, my life has changed so much in the last year, and now it feels simply normal. And that’s weird.

It's been about 9 months since Troy has been living at my place. 9 whole months. Before that, he was the splitting image of the guys I searched up online to jerk off to. Tall, lean, dark hair and always a little sweaty. Now, I wake up next to him every morning. So, there is no other way to describe it but a dream come true. Like come on, me, the biggest nerd you've ever seen, getting with the basketball player. It’s crazy.

That's what I mean about time being a funny thing. Sometimes, I wake up and am in shock that such a beautiful man is sleeping right beside me. Most other days, it’s just…our lives. I mean, I guess it is after the better part of a year.  

His dirty laundry also became my norm. If you haven't dated an athletic guy before, the first thing you need to know is that they go through a lot of clothes. It's mostly his practice jerseys and shorts that Troy throws in the corner before we… you know. 

Since Troy has practice pretty much everyday, I've started to wait about a week before I throw his gear in the wash. It's a combination of him telling me that he doesn't have any more jerseys, and the musky smell building from the sweaty clothes over days that usually pushes me to do it. 

Like today, for example, I have to run a load. I feel a little like a house-husband every time I shake out his clothes and check for his earbuds and what not. 

Yeah, these clothes are nice and ripe for a wash, I think to myself as the odour of his jersey drifts towards me as I turn it inside out. It's the one he wore to practice last night so it's still a little damp. 

If that’s damp, that means…

I throw the red jersey into the machine, and pick up the next article of clothing on top of the pile. His compression boxer briefs. They're even more damp than his top half. 

There's something about his smell that gets me going. It stinks of course, but it's a fantastic kind of stink. It's a ….

I put my face in it and inhale deeply. It's the scent of hard work. It's always so much more concentrated in his underwear than his shirt too. Beyond the sweaty odour, there's an unmistakable scent of Troy. The same smell of his pits in the morning. The same smell of his hair when he asks for head rubs. 

Holding the underwear to my face like a mask, I keep breathing in the intoxicating scent as I use my other hand to toss the rest of his clothes into the machine's drum. Each inhale adds to the dizzying feeling of getting turned on. It's like all the oxygen I'm breathing is being filtered through a masculine medium, making my blood rush directly into my groin. 

I love him so much. I was obsessed with him the first day he came into the tutoring center for help, but that feels like a lifetime ago now. The memories of him being mean to me are fuzzy like a past dream too. I just feel so lucky to have him in my life and to call him my boyfriend. 

“Joe, you home?” In my pheromone-induced haze, I hear Troy come in. 

“I'm here,” I mutter into his dirty underwear. The air is delicious to breathe like this. 

“Where?” Troy calls out. The apartment isn't big, and he finds me in a couple of seconds. “Oh good, you haven't ran the machine yet.” Just like in a professional porn video, he grips the bottom of his jersey and pulls it off, revealing his glimmering pecs. 

Oh my god. I literally swallow my drool as I take another huff of his musky underwear. 

“What is that?” Troy asks as he takes off his basketball shorts. He didn't wear underwear today. I unfurl the bunched up fabric in front of him and wait for him to figure it out. “Is that my… Jesus, Joe.” 

He loves it when I'm a depraved slut like this. Even though his handsome face scrunches like he's a little disgusted, his cock has another idea. It starts to lift off his scrotum, growing visibly as his dark eyes study my kneeled position. 

Troy kicks the clothes he just took off towards me, and I pick up his jersey. It's soaked, and I wonder if it would drip if I wrung it  out. 

“It's not raining outside,” Troy says, his half-hard cock bouncing intermittently. I press the wet fabric against my face and moan at the fresh odour of sweat. “You're such a beta slut, Joe.” 

I put his clothes down on the floor and crawl toward him on all fours. He stands there in a wide stance as I kiss his lightly hairy legs, looking up only to give him my best fuck-me eyes. 

The sweet kissing evolves into more desperate actions as I plead silently for him to take control. I caress his strong calves with my hands while kissing and licking his thigh. I feel the heat emanating from his crotch, and every time I look, his dick is bigger and harder. 

“Ah…” Troy breathes out as my right cheek touches his ballsack. “Who's your alpha?”

“You are,” I whisper excitedly, kissing all around his crotch and waiting for permission. His cock isn't bouncing anymore. It's more so twitching at its rock-hard state.

He smells so good. 

“Get on the stool,” he commands me and I clamber up to sit on it. “No, stupid, the other way.” I whimper at the insult and turn around, kneeling on the stool while leaning forward onto the kitchen counter. “This. This is what I want to see.” He pulls down my sweats just enough to reveal my ass. Troy’s big hands grip my cheeks tightly like he would a basketball. 

“MMMm…” I whine as he slaps my ass lightly. He's had a little bit of a habit of teasing me for a long time recently, but smelling his underwear has gotten me too fired up already.

I want to get fucked. Fucked really hard. 

“Arch your back, Joe. Yeah, that's it.” I moan loudly as his moist tip touches my hole. I'm sure he could push it in with no problem right now. 

“Please,” I let out one small word. The teasing continues with him slapping his cock on my ring. 

“You dirty beta, spending all your time sniffing my nasty clothes,” Troy mutters. He spreads his precum on my hole and I feel like I'm going to pass out from how hard my body is trembling for his dick. 

“Please, Troy. I need it,” I whine, reaching back so I can hold his cock. It’s so swollen. I stabilize his member so I can back myself onto it.

“Hands off!” he shouts, and slaps my hand away. “Did I say you can do that?” 

“No,” I whimper and put my hands back on the counter.

“Did I say I want you to talk, you beta?” His dirty talk puts me into a submissive daze. “You answer me if you want this. Do you want this?” I yelp as his dick presses against my hole again. So close to penetrating me but yet so far. 

“Yes! I want it!” I gulp. 

“Then shut your beta mouth.”

The same sweaty smell that I love so much engulfs my face, and I moan into the black underwear he uses to cover my mouth.

“NNMMMmmMMMM!” I bite down on the fabric as Troy pushes his meat into me. 

“Shhh…” His hand presses the underwear against my nose too and I feel lightheaded from his concentrated scent. “Oh Joe… fuck…” He exhales loudly as he pumps slowly into me. His dominant side slips for a brief second as he slides his hand up my shirt to touch my back. 

“Mmm…” I turn to look at him, with his dirty underwear between my teeth. He humps in me slowly as I beg with my eyes. 

Breed me. Put your seed in me. And do it rough.

“You're a beta slut, aren't you?” Troy thrusts into me hard.

More! I keep eye contact with him. 

“Always just waiting for my dick.” 

“MMM!”

More!

“This hole is all mine, isn't it?” The determination returns to his dark brown eyes and I know he's about to give me what I want. I keep my eyes on him as long as I can while he accelerates his hips. 

THUMP! The weight of him going into me lifts the hind legs of the stool up and it comes crashing back down. 

“Oh shit,” I moan and the underwear falls out of my mouth. 

“No talking, beta,” Troy grunts. He shoves the underwear back in my mouth, this time deep enough for it to really stuff my mouth shut, and deep enough for me to taste his sweat stains on my tongue. 

THWACK!

THWACK!

THWACK!

THWACK!

“UHHHH!” The moan comes from my chest and has nowhere to come out. 

“I'm going to fucking breed this hole, beta!” 

THWACK!

THWACK!

THWACK!

“MMMMM!” He pushed my head down and my forehead pressed against the cool kitchen counter. 

Breed me! Breed me! Breed me!!! 

THWACK!

THWACK!

THWACK!

THWACK!

THWACK!

THWACK!

“Here it comes!” He roars behind me. He jams his cock deep inside me and I scream into the fabric inside my mouth as I feel him empty his balls into me.

YES!!!

Troy’s hands grip my hips tightly as he injects me with his seed and I feel a huge sense of pleasure radiate through me now that I'm properly filled. 

“Mmmm…mmm…ahhhh…” I voice as Troy removes his underwear from my mouth. His stubble scratches me as he presses the side of his face against mine.

“I love you, Joe.” His other hand ruffles my hair. 

“I love you,” I say, reaching back for his sweaty sides. We stay locked in position like this for a couple more minutes, then he lifts himself off. 

“I gotta shower,” Troy says. “And I gotta tell you what happened at practice after.” 

“Sure,” I groan as he pulls out of me. When he goes off to the bathroom, I check my phone and see a number that isn't saved has texted me. 

“Hey, happy holidays,” it says. I look at the number closely. It looks oddly familiar but I can't quite remember who it is. A second text comes as I stare at the digits. “It’s Caleb.” 

The guy I lost my virginity to?