"Gluteus Maximus" - Chapter Eight

Previously in "Gluteus Maximus" - Chapter Seven Once again, I became that babbling, incoherent slut as he fucked me silly for the next hour or so. The man was truly a fucking machine and he knew exactly how to make me cum with his dick. I came two more times in my pouch and it soaked through with my cum. After we were done and I was lying in his arms in bed one hand playing with his soft, hefty meat, he asked me gently, "So did you like your gift? "I loved it", I responded and gave him a kiss on the cheek. "I think I made a mess of this thong though," I said motioning to my soaked crotch. "Oh that's okay," he said sweetly. "There's more where that came from" "Gluteus Maximus" - Chapter Eight "We can get you all dressed up if you want", he said staring at the ceiling, "You like that idea baby?" I gave a somewhat nervous laugh, "What do you mean?" "Oh there's all kind of hot shit I can get for you to wear, make you look like a real sexy lady if you want, baby" he rubbed my head. Did he say a real sexy lady? "Well, I don't know about that" I said with a slight giggle as I noticed his dick starting to thicken in my hand. "Why not Josh?" I noted it was the first time he called me by my name in a long time. "Seems like you really get off on this shit. I know I love it!" he said with some excitement in his voice. "I don't know, it seems kind of weird," I said earnestly looking up to his face. "I mean, this was totally hot, but I don't know if I want to dress like a woman". He let out a slight laugh and rubbed my head. "Well, you wouldn't exactly be dressed like a woman, what you think I'm gonna put you in a business suit and shit?" The thought made me laugh. "No, I'm talking about you just wearing some shit that would make you look like my sexy lady, you know what I'm sayin'?" he asked Of course, I was starting to catch on but my hetero side was really beginning to fight back here. "I don't know man", I said shaking my head and looking back down at his dick. He laughed again. "Well, I do know." He grabbed the back of my head with his hand. "Look at me," he commanded. My eyes met his. "Josh, I'm telling you something, you may not know it now but you are one of the freakiest bitches I have ever met." I stared at him wide-eyed. "And you love it." His dick was now rock hard in my hand. "You like my dick, right?" he asked. "Yes." I said quietly. "You absolutely love getting fucked, me pounding your ass, right?" "Yes" "You love sucking my big dick and eating my cum, right?" "Yes" "You love eating it for me right?" "Yes" "You love shaking your little candy ass in my face and getting spanked, right?" "Yes" "And you want to be treated like a little bitch whore, with cum all over your face and wearing sweet little panties for your daddy, don't you?" "Yes" I said totally resigned. "There you go. What are you worried about? Just be yourself and go with the flow. Everything will be fine," he said without a worry in the world. He pushed my head back down on his cock. "Now eat that dick girlfriend. Suck it like the cocksucker you fucking are." I almost felt like crying as I opened wide and took his dick back in my mouth. For the first time I felt totally demeaned and less than nothing. I had allowed myself to be totally used. I had lost all respect for myself. Yet I kept on sucking away. And when he shot another load on my tongue twenty minutes later, I lapped it up like a dog. At home that night I just stared at the ceiling lying on my bed for hours. My conflicted soul raged. I was a guy. I was a guy's guy. High school football stud with the world by the balls; great parents, hot girlfriend, a great group of friends who admired and respected me, a car, everything a k** could want. I liked being a dude. I liked being alpha in my group. I liked being a star of the team, the cock of the walk. I also liked getting reamed up the ass with a big black dick, sucking cock, eating cum and taking on the persona of a female cock whore during role play. Just thinking about dressing up in lingerie for Dev and him spanking my ass had me hard as a rock. The dichotomy was not lost upon me. What was I going to do? Yes, I was hot for cock and getting fucked, but I remembered that emptiness when Dev shoved me back on his dick. I felt that I had crossed a line that I never should have even approached by being too submissive -- no matter how much it seemed to suit me. I was still after all, me. So I decided to ignore everything and try to get back to normalcy. Yes, I know I already tried it once and failed, but I had a new resolve. I was never going to call Dev again and I was going to try to focus on school, football and Becky... again. Get myself back into the full swing of hetero life. I managed to do okay. It was the last couple of weeks of football season and I was very busy trying to make the most of it. I was working hard, seeing Becky when I could, boning her with as much enthusiasm as I could muster and then some. It was very comforting watching my cock pump into her pussy from behind, reminding me that I was still a man. Hearing her squeals of appreciation was like an elixir for my manhood and I appreciated my youthful testosterone levels more than ever. At the beginning of the last week of organized football, the coach called me into his office. I got there to find Ray Wickes already sitting in front of coach's desk. I took the seat next to him. Coach Peterson explained to Ray and I that we were coming to a critical phase in out football "careers" such as they were. We were the only two players on his team with enough talent and potential to possibly make it to a Division I program. To get there though, he felt that we would need to commit to an off season training regimen that would be guaranteed to kick our ass but also give us the best shot at getting recruited. He would organize and supervise our regimen, but Ray and I would be joined at the hip as work out partners. My heart skipped a beat when the coach said it -- "joined at the hip" -- if he only knew how I'd like to be "joined" to this stud. I shot a glance at Ray and as usual he was inscrutable; he sat there stone faced and emotionless. Of course, we both agreed and said our thanks to the Coach as we left the office. "Wow, that's cool, huh?" I said sounding like a boy scout. Ray just stopped and gave me a dead look. "Yeah, it's nifty," he said mockingly. "I can't wait to see your ragged ass everyday". I laughed at his joke but he just walked away. Maybe he seriously didn't like me after all. That Thursday night after practice I found myself in the shower by myself soaping up, losing myself in thought slightly as I washed my crack and played with my hole when Ray entered the shower and took up his usual spot 3 or 4 shower heads away from me. As usual he said nothing as he started washing up, his ripped physique and banana dick looking impressive as usual. I nodded my acknowledgment and turned my back to him, partly to hide my semi and partly to give him full view of my ass. Without thinking, almost by f***e of habit, I bent over to rub my ankle presenting my ass to him as I had done a few times before. I again played out the little fantasy in my head imagining that I was turning him on with my pert bubble butt, presenting it to him for action. I bent over deep, sticking my ass out and spreading my cheeks pretending I was stretching out my strained lats. Of course, not wanting to be too obvious, I resumed my shower pretty quickly, rinsed off and turned to say "see ya" to find him lathering his chest, staring right at me, shooting daggers at me with his eyes. I couldn't help but take a quick glance at his dick - it looked bigger than normal -- as I nervously scurried away past him. I was atwitter with sexual energy, at the same time worrying that Ray knew what I was doing and wondering if he found my ass sexy. I rushed home as fast as I could and jerked off thinking of Ray bending me over and snaking his massive cock into my ass. Try as I might, I couldn't banish these thoughts from my head! I was disgusted with myself. Well, at least I had managed to not call Dev for almost two whole weeks, I rationalized. But honestly, I would have done anything at that moment to have either one of their hot black dicks up my ass. Friday night came and we played the last game of the season. We lost unfortunately, a heart breaker by a field goal. Both Ray and I acquitted ourselves well, but the whole team was bummed out and wrapped things up in the locker room with some heavy hearts. My parents were great as usual, conciliatory and supportive and Becky gave me a big kiss as she went on ahead to the diner with everyone. As usual I waited for everyone to clear and went into the shower last to find it empty. I washed myself in somewhat of a hurry as I knew Becky and everyone was waiting. Ray startled me as he entered the shower and took up his usual spot around twenty feet away from me in the shower. I thought I was the only one there. I gave him the usual nod and turned my back as usual. I was too preoccupied and hurried to get into my standard fantasy routine and I simply continued to wash myself. I continued washing up when I literally -- and this is no joke -- dropped the soap -- my shampoo bottle to be exact. I bent over to pick it up and immediately heard Ray say "Muthafucka!" from behind me. I turned to see him rushing at me, his impressive cock bouncing as he moved. "I'm gonna kick your faggot ass you mother fucker!" he yelled. Before I knew what was happening he grabbed me by the arm, twisting it violently. "What the fuck you doing showing me your ass in the shower all the time you fucking faggot?" he demanded. I was speechless, terrified beyond words and mortified to death that he knew what I was doing all this time. We glared at each other hard for a split second when I suddenly just dropped to my knees and gobbled up his cock like the starving whore I was. All I heard him say was "What the fuck?" and felt him let go of my arm. I hope you enjoyed the read. Thanks to all who have sent such positive messages :)