The College Jock – Chapter 2 (Patreon)

Author’s note: All characters are consenting adults (18+). All sexual acts depicted are consensual between the characters.

Chapter 2

I didn’t sleep well.

Every time I closed my eyes I heard Jackson’s voice again — the way it dropped when he started talking about his dick, the slight stutter when he admitted he’d been thinking about my mouth, the way he kept repeating I’m not gay like it was a shield. I kept seeing the note on my bed. I need your help. It’s serious.

By the time the sun came up I still hadn’t decided anything.

I went to campus early on purpose. I needed the walk to clear my head. The whole way there I kept telling myself it was probably still a prank. That at any moment one of his football friends would jump out with a phone recording and the whole thing would turn into another humiliation. The logical part of my brain kept repeating that. The rest of me couldn’t stop turning his words over.

I’ve been thinking about your mouth for weeks.

I hated how easily that sentence stuck.

First lecture of the day was in the big hall. I sat in my usual spot near the side, pulled out my laptop, and tried to focus. Five minutes after class started the seat two rows behind me filled with the usual noise of big bodies and low laughter. I didn’t have to look to know it was Jackson and two of his teammates.

I waited for the first folded note to land on my desk.

Nothing came.

I waited for the feeling of being watched in that sharp, mocking way he usually did it.

It never arrived.

When I finally risked a glance back, Jackson was looking at me. Not smiling. Not whispering to the guy next to him. Just looking. The second our eyes met he gave a small, almost careful nod and turned his attention to the front of the room.

No notes.No pictures.No quiet insults.

The relief was so strong it made my stomach twist.

Between classes my phone buzzed.

Jacksonyou think about it yet?

I stared at the message for a long time before answering.

Finnstill thinking

Jacksondon’t think too longmy balls are actually starting to hurt for real

I locked the phone and put it away.

The next two hours were worse. Every time I walked through a hallway I expected the usual comments or the feeling of someone shouldering into me “by accident.” Nothing happened. Jackson passed me once near the engineering building. He was with two other guys from the team. The second he saw me he slowed down just enough to say, quiet enough that only I heard it:

“Still waiting on that text, Finn.” Then he kept walking like nothing had happened.

I spent the rest of the afternoon in the library pretending to study. My phone sat face-down on the table. Every few minutes it lit up with another text notification.

I finally opened them.

The first one was just his face, slightly blurred, sitting in his car again.

Jacksonyou’re killing me bro

Then another.

Jacksoni’m not fucking with youi meant everything i said last night

Then a third.

Jacksonjust say yes or noi can take the nobut the waiting is worse

I typed and deleted three different replies before locking the phone again.

By the time I got home my head was pounding. I barely spoke to my mom. I went upstairs, closed the door, and sat on the edge of the bed with my phone in both hands.

The fear was still there. The part of me that kept waiting for the punchline. But underneath it was something else — a low, steady pull that had been growing since the call. I kept thinking about the way his voice had sounded when he said he was tired of girls quitting. The way he admitted he got hard in class just from looking at me and imagining the possibilities. The fact that for the first time all semester I had walked through campus without a single note or DM waiting for me.

I grabbed my phone and texted him.

Finnif this is a prank i will never forgive you

The reply came almost immediately.

Jacksonit’s noti swear on everythingjust say yes

I stared at the screen until the letters started to blur.

Then I typed the word before I could stop myself.

Finnyes

Three dots appeared instantly.

Jacksonfuckfuck okaythank youyou won’t regret it

Then another message right after.

Jacksoni’m gonna send you somethingdon’t freak out

I already knew what it was going to be. The photo loaded slowly. I felt the air leave my lungs. It was a mirror shot from above. Jackson was standing in what looked like a bathroom, grey sweatpants pushed down just far enough. His hand was wrapped around the base of his cock, holding it out toward the camera. Even only half-hard it was thick and long, the head already flushed, veins running along the shaft, it looked like a horse dick. White guys usually don’t have this type of dick. The scale of it against his hand and the rest of his body made my stomach drop.

I just stared.

Jacksonthat’s what you’re dealing withstill in?

My hands were actually shaking when I typed back.

Finnthat can’t be real

Jacksonit’s realwant proof?

I didn’t answer fast enough. A minute later a video arrived. I almost didn’t open it.

When I did, Jackson’s face filled the screen. He was shirtless, sitting on the edge of what looked like his bed, phone held in one hand. His chest was broad and solid, still slightly shiny like he’d recently worked out. He looked straight into the camera, expression serious.

“See? It’s me,” he said, voice low. “No filters. No games.”

Then the camera tilted down.

He was fully hard now. The cock looked even bigger in motion… like massive, monstrous, heavy, thick, the head oink at the tip. He wrapped his fist around it and gave it two slow strokes, the skin moving over the rigid length underneath. The wet sound was faint but clear. It was a BWC…. Like with focus on the B.

“This is what I need you to take,” he said, still looking at the camera even though it was pointed at his cock. “All of it. I wasn’t exaggerating.”

The video ended.

I sat there with the phone in my lap, heart slamming so hard I could feel it in my throat. My mouth had gone completely dry. Part of me wanted to take the yes back immediately. Another part of me couldn’t stop replaying the image of that thick length in his hand.

My phone buzzed again.

Jacksonyou still there

Finnyeah

Jacksonyou scared?

I almost lied.

Finna little

Jacksongoodyou should bei wasn’t joking when i said i get rough when i lose controli’m not gonna force anything you don’t wantbut once we start i don’t know how gentle i can stayespecially if it actually feels as good as i think it will

I read the message twice.

Finnwhen

Jacksontomorrow nightmy roommate’s gone for the weekendi’ll text you the addresscome after ninedon’t eat too much before

I didn’t answer right away. I just sat there staring at the last frame of the video still open on my screen — that thick, heavy cock in his fist, the serious look on his face when he said this is what I need you to take.

My own cock was fully hard against my thigh, aching, and I hated how much my body was already reacting to him.

Jackson

finn, bro?

Finni’ll be there

Jacksongoodand finnthank youseriously

i will have your back forever bro

I locked the phone and let it drop onto the bed beside me.

The room felt too quiet again. My skin felt too tight. I kept seeing the video every time I closed my eyes — the way the thick shaft flexed in his hand, the wet shine at the head, the calm, almost nervous way he looked at the camera while he stroked it.

I lay back on the mattress and stared at the ceiling, heart still racing.

Tomorrow night.

I had less than twenty-four hours to decide if I was actually going to go through with it… or if I was going to text him and back out while I still could.

The worst part was that I already knew which one I was going to choose. I said yes to him and I honor my word. It’s gonna be a challenge…

I took my hard cock out and jerked off like crazy imagining serving my bully, the hottest guy in the campus.