The Naked Jock Chapter 5 (Patreon)

All characters engaged in sexual activity are 18 or older.

“Ahem.” I clear my throat loudly, and Jake spins around buck naked to face me. “Well, hello, Daddy.” I grin, standing far enough away that I can resist mauling him with my mouth. 

Jake smirks and stalks over to me, barely leaving an inch between us. “Hey there, sexy. Come to give me my reward?” 

Despite me being older than him, I have to stretch up on my toes to kiss him. “Maybe,” I whisper against his lips. “Or maybe I’m just here to tease you until you beg for it.” I take his cock in my hand and stroke it once from base to tip, causing him to groan in my mouth. 

“Fuck, you’re killing me here, Ollie. But don’t forget who the daddy is in this relationship.” He wraps me in his arms, pulling me flush against his sweaty body, and kisses my mouth greedily. 

You’d think I’d be turned off by him considering he hasn’t even taken a shower yet, but there’s something intoxicating about the way he smells after working out, and the salt on his lips makes me ravenous to lick the rest of his body clean. I pull away from his mouth and place gentle kisses along his chiseled jaw until I reach his neck, sucking on the sensitive skin hard enough that it’ll leave a mark. 

Slowly, I work my way down, teasing his nipples with flicks of my tongue before nipping them with my teeth. He hisses and runs his hands down my back before slipping them under my shirt. “Take this off,” he mutters, tugging at the thin cotton tee. I let him pull it over my head, and he throws it behind us, pulling us skin to skin while his hands dip into my sweats. He palms my cheeks in each hand, squeezing them tight. The sensation goes straight to my cock, causing it to throb between us, desperate to be freed. 

A door somewhere deep in the bowels of the stadium slams shut, causing me to pull away and look around. “Relax,” he says, not letting go of my ass. “It’s probably just a janitor cleaning up somewhere. No one is coming in here.” 

I nod, letting myself melt into his large frame, feeling the heat coming off his naked body. He helps me take off the rest of my clothes, then pulls me by the hand towards the showers. I had always imagined that the showers in locker rooms would be these big, open rooms with shower heads along the wall, but this is completely different, with individual shower stalls and privacy curtains. The room is humid, but the lingering scent of body wash and shampoo makes this place smell much nicer than the changing area. 

Jake leads me to a stall towards the back and turns on the water, letting it get warm first before stepping under the spray. He crooks a finger towards me. “Come here.” I waste no time in stepping in with him and then sink to my knees, taking his cock into my mouth. The first time I sucked him off, his cock felt impossibly large, but he guided me through it until most of it was down my throat. Now, I know exactly what I need to do to make his toes curl. 

He tastes salty, and his natural musk just adds to the delicious flavor of his precum. I bob on the tip, alternating between swirling my tongue around his crown and using the tip to flick at his slit. Jake moans low, his hands threading through my brown hair, guiding me to take him deeper. I do, working his shaft inch by inch down my throat until my nose is buried in his trimmed bush. He holds me there as I swallow, letting the walls of my throat work him closer to the edge. 

Steam fills the stall, making Jake’s naturally warm body even hotter. I hold on to his powerful thighs as he fucks my mouth, using my throat as his personal cock sleeve. I fucking love it. He uses me in a way no one has ever used me before—firm, but also careful like he’s afraid that he’ll hurt me if he goes too fast. I try to encourage him to be more rough with it, pulling and pushing back in on my own until I feel his grip in my hair tighten. Jake shudders, and with a broken moan, he comes down my throat, spilling his thick nectar deep inside me. 

“Fucking hell, Ollie,” Jake says as I finally stand and kiss him, letting him taste himself on me. “I’ve never gotten blown like that before. And I’ve had a lot of mouths on me in the past.” 

My stomach lurches at the mention of his past hookups. It’s silly. It shouldn’t even matter that he’s been with other people. Hell, it wouldn’t even matter if he was fooling around with other people now. It’s not like we’re dating or anything. But he must be able to read my thoughts because he just pulls me in with a tight hug and rubs my back gently. Eventually, his hands drift lower, and he mutters, “I want you to bend over.” 

I do as he says, not questioning anything anymore. 

Jake sinks to his knees and spreads me open, revealing my puckered hole. He doesn’t hesitate and leans in to lick a broad stripe against it. I gasp, and my hands fly out in front of me to hold on to the tiled wall. “Fuck, do that again,” I say. 

Jake chuckles. “Yeah? You like that? You like having my tongue in your ass?”

I nod, my legs shaking from the sensation of him licking and sucking at my hole. He spears his tongue inside me, and the tight walls of my sphincter clench down at the intrusion. Jake reaches around and takes my cock with one hand, stroking it while still eating me out like he’s starving. 

The dual sensation of his mouth on my ass and his hand on my cock is too much. Pleasure grows from the base of my spine until it’s shooting through my body like an electric current. I come with a cry, my dick shooting white spurts of cum that hit the tile and then get washed away with the water. Jake holds me through it all, steadying me as my body shakes from another fantastic orgasm at his hands. 

Once I feel strong enough to stand on my own, he washes me gently, placing soft kisses all over my body. I do the same to him, and we finally dry ourselves off. He lends me one of his clean shirts that’s two sizes too big on me, but it doesn’t matter because it smells just like him. 

Outside the stadium, he looks at me like he’s nervous, which is strange because he’s never nervous. “Can I walk you back to your dorm?”

I look at the setting sun and nod, feeling butterflies in my stomach. We walk down empty paths, our arms bumping until we get to the front entrance of my dorm. We stop, and our eyes lock together. Nothing else matters right now. 

“Thank you,” I whisper. 

He’s standing close to me. Far closer than someone would with their tutor. “I should be the one thanking you. I wouldn’t have passed that quiz without your help.” He leans down and kisses me softly. 

I freeze and pull away quickly despite my body begging to go back in to kiss him some more. “What are you doing?” I look around and see people all around us. There’s no way no one saw that. 

He frowns. “Uh, kissing you? Aren’t you out to everyone?”

I nod. “Yeah, but what about you? Won’t this mess with your chances in the NFL?”

He laughs and shakes his head. “Wow, you really didn’t know who I was before you met me, did you?”

“No…” I’m not sure where this is going, but my curiosity is piqued now.

He takes my hands into his and kisses me again, slow enough that no one will miss it. “I’ve been out as bi since I was sixteen. Everyone knows that. Well… mostly everyone.” 

“Oh, okay.” I honestly had no idea. Maybe I should have Googled him before sucking his cock. 

He lets me go after another kiss and says, “I’ll see you tomorrow.” I hum in agreement and stand on my tippy-toes, kissing him one last time before backing away. “Oh, and Ollie, there should be a surprise waiting for you in your room.” 

I cock my head but don’t ask what it is because even though I haven’t known him all that long—I know he’s not going to tell me. I make my way upstairs and find a brown box sitting on my bed. 

“Hey, that box came for you today. The front desk sent it up not too long ago,” Liam says from where he’s sprawled on his bed, reading a book. 

“Thanks!” This must be the surprise. I carefully open the box, and a paper slips out onto the floor. But it’s what’s in the box that has my attention. It’s a brand new laptop. I stare at it, dumbfounded. There’s no fucking way. 

“Woah,” Liam says, getting up to look at the new MacBook. He picks up the paper and gasps dramatically. “Uh, Ollie… Who’s your football daddy?” 

I cringe and turn to him holding up the paper so that I can read the note. From your football daddy. Hope you like this one. 

“Uh, yeah. About that, there’s something I have to tell you.”