The Naked Jock Chapter 9 (Patreon)

All characters engaged in sexual activity are 18 or older.

I trail after Jake, trying to pull him back, but he’s moving like he’s out there playing on the field. “Jake, stop. He’s not worth it. Let it go.”

Jake spins to face me, anger radiating off of him. “He might not be worth it, but you are.” 

He turns and keeps charging forward, pushing through the crowd until he’s face to face with Derek and shoves him up against the wall, hands fisting Derek’s polo. “What the fuck is wrong with you?” 

Derek’s eyes flash dangerously as he pushes back hard against Jake, forcing him to let go. “Fuck you! You think that because you’re a football player, you can push people around? I haven’t played in two years, and I bet I could still kick your ass.”

Jake barks out a laugh and uses his forearm to shove Derek against the wall. “You can talk all the shit you want about me, but I’m warning you right now. Stay away from Oliver. If I ever see you go near him again, you will regret it.”

Jake drops him like a sack of potatoes and steps back, but Derek must have a death wish because he flicks him off, calling out. “Whatever you say, Mr. Football. Have fun with my sloppy seconds. That stupid bitch isn’t worth it anyway—all he’s good for is a quick fuck.”

I’m glad I didn’t blink at the wrong moment because a second later, Jake’s fist collides with Derek’s nose, causing him to collapse like a rag doll as blood gushes out. He gapes at us, cupping his nose, letting out a muffled, “What the fuck!” Derek stands and tries to lunge at Jake, but several of his teammates step in front of him and force him to walk away, kicking him out of the party.  

Jake winces, shaking his hand, so I take it in mine, gently massaging it. “You didn’t have to do that,” I say, not even caring that people all around us are staring. 

He cups my face with his other hand, his thumb softly caressing my cheekbone. “I would do anything for you, Ollie. You mean the world to me.” 

My heart soars, taking flight amongst the clouds until it’s so high it’s almost in the ether. I kiss him hard, our tongues tangling in a clash of passion and understanding and love. 

It’s stupid, I know. I’ve barely known him a month, but I already know that my feelings for him aren’t just carnal. He gets me and appreciates me in a way I never could have imagined, and that’s all that matters to me. Someone who isn’t ashamed to be seen with me and treats me the way I treat them. “Want to get out of here?” I murmur. 

He smiles against my lips. “I thought you’d never ask.” 

We leave the party, leaving Liam in good hands—aka him making out with Ryan in a corner of the Kappa house—and barely get the door to Jake’s dorm closed before we’re on each other again, ripping each other’s clothes off in a flurry. His t-shirt, gone. My jersey, gone. Then, we’re kissing again, skin to skin as he holds me close, his hands cupping my ass through my jeans. His mouth doesn’t leave mine while he undoes my belt and pushes down my jeans to my thighs. I do the same to his sweats, our hard cocks brushing against each other through two thin pieces of clothing that need to come off soon. 

We get naked the rest of the way once we’re in his room, and as I take in the smooth, hard planes of his body, I realize that I owe him an explanation. I have him sit on the edge of the bed with me and take his hands into mine. “Jake, I should tell you the truth.” 

His eyes soften. “Ollie... you don’t—” 

I shake my head. “I do. You deserve to know what happened between me and Derek. Why I was so hesitant about us.” I take a deep breath and let it all out. “Back when he and I started dating, things were great. I didn’t mind that he was still in the closet, and I knew that coming out would make things hard for him as a football player. So we kept it a secret from everyone except Liam. But as time went on, he started treating me differently even when it was just the two of us. 

“He… he started pressuring me to have sex with him, and eventually I gave in to him. That was during our senior year.” My pulse thrums throughout my entire body, but Jake squeezes my hands reassuringly. “I thought that by us taking such a huge step, he would want to be with me publicly. Instead, he dumped me over text the very next day.”

“Ollie.” Jake looks like he’s torn between heartbreak and wanting to go find Derek and pummel him some more. 

I let out a short, bitter laugh. “It was stupid of me. I should have realized that he only wanted one thing.” 

“Fuck, Ollie. I’m so sorry.” 

“You know what’s the worst part? I caught him getting a blowjob from one of his teammates a week later after school. So he didn’t want to come out and be with me publicly, but he had no issues hooking up with another supposed straight boy.” 

Jake pulls me in for a hug, holding me until my breathing evens out. Then, our eyes lock. “Ollie, I promise you that I will never let anything bad happen to you ever again. I’m proud to be your boyfriend. Hell, I want to scream it from the rooftops that you’re mine, and I’m yours. I love you, Oliver.” 

My heart threatens to break out from behind my ribs. “I love you too, Jake.” 

He kisses me softly, both of us falling onto his bed, his body bracketing mine on top of me. Jake kisses his way down my body, nibbling on my earlobe, sucking on my neck, teasing my nipples with his tongue. Each kiss and scrape of his teeth sets my body on fire, the heat reaching levels found only on the sun the closer he gets to my cock. 

Jake inhales my cock, sucking on it with precision, his tongue alternating between swirling around my crown and teasing my slit. He groans. “Fuck, you taste so good, baby.” 

I buck my hips as he mouths at my shaft, licking broad stripes around it until it’s nice and shiny. Pleasure starts building in my spine much too quickly, so I reach out to stop him, threading my hands through his hair. “Jake, I want you—fuck—will you fuck me, daddy?”

He freezes, looking up at me with awe like I just hung the moon or something. “Are you sure?”

I nod. “I’m sure. I need you inside me.” 

He kisses me softly before reaching for his nightstand, pulling out a bottle of lube from the drawer. He uncaps it with a loud click that has my cock throbbing with anticipation. 

I fold my legs towards me, giving him access to my most private area, causing his breath to hitch. “Fuck, Ollie. I can’t get over how pretty your hole is.” A furious blush paints my cheeks as he slicks his fingers, teasing my entrance with one digit before gently pushing it in. 

A groan slips past my lips as he works me open carefully, trying his best to make sure that I’m comfortable before adding a second finger. And despite being two years older than him, this is only the second time I’ve done this—the first and only other time being with that asshole Derek. He curls his fingers just right, hitting my prostate, which causes a jolt of pleasure to shoot down my cock along with copious amounts of precum. 

After a few minutes, I grab his wrist. “I’m ready, Jake. Fuck me.”

He nods, slicking his cock, then rubbing his head against my entrance before pushing inside me. The stretch is intense, and he stills when I gasp loudly, concern blanketing his face. “Are you okay? Did I hurt you?”

I shake my head. “Just give me a minute to get used to you. You’re pretty big.”

A mischievous smirk tugs at his lips. “Yeah, that’s cause I’m your daddy.”

Pure, unadulterated lust takes over, and I rock my hips back, causing him to slide another two inches inside me. Jake keeps going, sinking inch by inch until he’s buried inside me, his pelvis flush against my ass. 

“God, you’re so fucking huge. It feels like you’re in my stomach.”

Jake grins wide, his ego clearly getting stroked as much as his cock is. He starts thrusting inside me, setting a gentle pace. Each thrust has his cock brushing against my prostate, and that mind-blowing pleasure skyrockets when he takes my dick in his hand, stroking it in time with his thrusts. 

Suddenly, he flips us over—all without sliding out of me—until I’m sitting on top of him, his cock somehow filling my guts even more. I lift my hips and drop back down on him, causing both of us to groan. 

This new angle is fucking amazing. 

Like the gentleman he is, he doesn’t let me do all the work, thrusting his hips up to meet my ass each time. The steady rhythm from before disappears as his thrusts and my bouncing on him becomes erratic, frenzied with pleasure. 

Jake wraps his hand around my shaft again and strokes it from root to tip, his palm working my head on each upstroke. It’s too much, and all the pleasure bursts through me until I’m crying out against his neck. My cock explodes in his hand, cum shooting between us, most of it landing on Jake’s chest. My hole twitches and clamps down on him seconds later, causing him to groan so loud that I silence it with my mouth as he fills me with his seed. 

We both collapse, me on top of him, smearing my cum between us, and Jake still inside me. 

“I love you, Ollie. I promise to always take care of you and be there for you, no matter what.” 

I kiss him hard before breathing against his mouth. “I love you too, Jake. You’re mine forever.” 

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The next morning, Jake and I head towards the shared bathroom of their suite when the door swings open to reveal Ryan and Liam stepping out, both of them wearing only towels around their waists. Liam blushes and gives me a small but excited wave while Jake and Ryan bump fists. 

Ryan laughs and slaps Jake across the back jovially. “Don’t take too long in there, you two. If you hurry, all four of us can go get breakfast together.”

Joy surges through me, not only for myself but also for my best friend. It looks like we both found our football daddies, and I can’t wait to see what the future holds for all of us. 

The End.