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Chapter 7
Saturday, January 18
8:47PM CST
Clinton Arena, Little Rock
Drew Weeks
“Hey,” I said to the somewhat familiar looking tall guy wearing the green rubber bracelet waiting by the main concession stand in Clinton Arena. “How did your match go?”
“Oh, I’m not a wrestler,” he said as he smiled. He was probably six foot one and thin. He wasn’t wearing a tight t-shirt, but given my history, I knew he was pretty lean. His cheek bones were so pronounced. Facial cheek bones, that is.
His dark head of hair looked purposefully messy, though it looked good on him. It was long enough that his bangs hung down to cover part of his eyes. It was shorter near the crown of his head and really short on the sides and back. “You definitely look like an athlete of some sort.”
“Thanks. I’m on the diving team.” With a closer look, I noticed that his arms and shoulders weren’t big enough by far to be a wrestler, but I would easily believe he’s a diver. His tight jeans certainly showed off how big his quads were.
“At Orlando City University?” I was still a bit confused.
“No. Here,” he smiled. I wondered if the green rubber bracelet was a coincidence. “Are you waiting for a friend? They in the bathroom or something?”
“No,” he smiled again. “I’m waiting for you.”
“You are?”
“Oh yes. I found the wromocode on SpreadIt a few weeks ago. I watched today and saw that you were the only one with fluorescent green undies.
“I’ve been going to your home wrestling meets ever since we had English together during the fall semester of our freshman year. I always dreamed of hooking up with you, but never in a million years would have thought you’d come out of the closet. Not to mention my having a chance to merely just talk with you.”
“Did we talk in that English class? Who was the professor that semester? Was it Dr. Mays?”
“No we didn’t speak,” he said with that smile again. “I always sat across from you in class, and yes, it was Dr. Mays. The only thing I liked about his class was that he always had us sitting in a square. That allowed me a straight view of your crotch. You so often sat with your legs spread wide apart. I was sad when late October and November came that year since you wore more bursa escort clothes. I remember those shredders you would wear. I figured you either went straight to the gym after class or you just thought those shredders were more comfortable. I’m surprised I passed that class at all, much less get an A. But that wasn’t an easy A to get. Mays was tough. And a dick. And not the good kind either.”
“Agreed. It was tough. I think I got a C in that class. And I did pretty well in high school.”
“So have you had any luck with the wromocode since its inception?” he asked as he took a step closer to me.
“I haven’t. I was hoping there would be more gay college wrestlers to have some fun with. Are there many gay college divers?”
“I think so. I’d have to think there are more in diving than wrestling or even swimming. It’s so hard to tell who’s gay within the diving community. I think we’re all so focused on our next dive, that no one pays attention to how anyone else walks or talks or otherwise carries themselves.
“The wromocode is working?” he continued.
“Yes. Gaycollegewrestler himself is having some good luck. As is deepsouthgay.”
“I’m glad somebody’s getting some. The diving community is going to have to replicate your code. And I’m glad you saw the post from a week or two ago when we were all encouraged to go to the concession stand after the dual was over just in case.”
“We don’t have anything in the wromocode about hooking up with fans, though.”
“True,” he said.
“I don’t know if I’d be breaking the wromocode if I…”
“Ladies and gentleman. The Clinton Arena will be closing in fifteen minutes. Please make your way to the nearest exit. Thank you for joining us today. We’ll see you next time.”
“Maybe we should go outside?” he said.
“Yeah,” I agreed. “We should.”
Twenty minutes later, we were standing outside the front door to the apartment he shared with one of his teammates who was spending the night at his girlfriend’s. His apartment was much fancier than mine, for sure. He said both of his parents were lawyers. While we were in his car, we tried to determine who did well enough in their last meet to get the first choice as to who did what.
He actually won the last bursa escort meet. He showed me a picture of him standing on top of the podium. This was clearly better than my winning by one point in sudden victory earlier that day. As he closed his front door, he said he didn’t care who did better. His plan was to blow me until I was close to shooting. He would then stop, and after a brief rest, plop himself down on my cock and ride me until I shot up his ass.
And that’s just what he did.
The blow job he gave me was anything but short. I almost came three times. He was one excellent cocksucker. In fact, it was probably the best blow job I’ve had up to this point.
Fucking him as just as amazing. Those thick quads of his made bobbing up and down on my cock easy-peasy for him. We didn’t go quite as long as that amazing blow job, but it was a respectable amount of fucking. He took it like a champ even with the number of times I had us switch positions.
At one point, while we were trying the twenty-second position, he said, “You know. We can do this again.”
I wasn’t quite certain what he meant. So I asked.
“It seems like you’re trying all of the positions you’d ever want to try with me. I want to go on record for saying that I will be happy to see you again. It would probably be just as orgasmic to do tried and true positions with you as any new ones.”
That was the point when I shot right up his ass. An eighth of a second later, he was going back down on my cock trying to swallow as much of my load as he could get.
We rested for a while after. Enough that I even fell asleep for a period of time. While I was a good six inches shorter than he was, I had at least twenty-five pounds on him. He naturally made his way to the crook of my arm and laid there while I slept. When I came to, it was 2:30 in the morning.
“You’re going?” he asked as I moved to get out of bed. His voice was breathy. He probably had a stiff neck since he’d laid in that position since I’d shut my eyes.
“Won’t your roommate be back to change clothes before church?” I asked as I sat on the side of the bed while feeling around the floor with my feet looking for my underwear.
“No. He won’t be back until this escort bayan evening at the earliest. He won’t know you’ve been here.”
“Oh. Okay,” I said as I got up, lifted my undies up the rest of the way to cover my junk and ass. I opened the door to head to the bathroom. An idea hit me just before I had my usual pee shakes.
“When’s the last time you skipped classes?” I asked after I made it back into the room, shut the door behind me and took my underwear off once again.
“I haven’t skipped a class yet?” he ended with a question mark as if he never considered skipping one class much less a day’s worth.
“You’ve never skipped a class? Not even one?”
“I’m paying for this experience!”
I chuckled as I got back into position. He looked at me as if he was waiting for me to lift my arm up so he could lay his head back on my chest, which I did. “Let’s skip classes on Wednesday. I’ll come over after your roommate has gone for the day. We can continue where we left off a few hours ago.”
“What do you mean continue?”
“I mean that you are going to fuck me until you tell me you’re getting close. Once you give me the go-ahead, I am going to immediately get to my knees and go down on you so I can enjoy all of your load.
“I don’t care how long it takes. I don’t care if you intended to go to the grocery store or to run errands after class. I don’t care if the place is on fire while we’re fucking. You will cum before I leave this apartment that day. It’s only fair. And you will send ALL of your load directly down my throat. I insist!”
“Well that sounds like too good of an offer to turn down. I’ll have to text a few classmates to ask if they can send me their notes.”
“Good lord. You’re a worrier, aren’t you? Let me guess. You have a 4.0?”
“It’a 3.9, but I didn’t deserve that ninety-one I got on Dr. Mays’ fucking midterm.”
“What? You got an academic scholarship and you just happened to have won the last meet you were in?”
“Yes. I got an academic scholarship. That pays for my books and housing. The diving scholarship pays for my classes.”
“God,” was all I could muster for a response. “You need to live a little. I insist you skip classes with me then. And that you not worry about getting anyone’s notes. Just rely on my notes,” I said as I grabbed my crotch.
“Is your crotch going to explain thermonuclear fusion to me?”
“Sure!” I yelled. I grabbed my package, raised it a bit and said, “I got your thermonuclear answers right here.”
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