The Crew, Part 7

 Hey guys, I've been on a long vacation and then had to catch up at work, but I'm back at it. Should be a new chapter of Quarterback Keeper soon. I know a lot of you are waiting.
Charlie

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The Crew, Part 7
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Two weeks ago, I had fucked a guy who wanted nothing more than to play around with a sweated up straight dude. His two hundred dollar tip convinced me that he had enjoyed the evening. Days later, I got a text from a potential client who'd been referred to me by my trick. He wanted the same deal, so I set him up with a dominant guy who knew how to take care of a submissive. I'm generally not interested in re-running the same script. I enjoy novelty.

It occurred to me, however, was that Smith wasn't running the business very effectively. The crew who worked at the Farm were in incredible shape,  were clean, and were all mobbed up so no one worried about getting ripped off. Still, we were pretty much getting paid for sucking and fucking, which a guy could buy for a lot less on the street corner.

After giving one John the fuck of his dreams, I realized that fulfilling a  fantasy was something a guy couldn't get anywhere else, so why not sell that? Of course, we'd have to charge the Johns extra for set up, but I guessed that there were plenty of wealthy men who would pay for what my team of young, fit men had to offer.

I started to drop advertisements on Craigslist and a few other venues. I also texted our regulars. I got a lot of inquiries, but most were from guys who got more enjoyment from telling me their fantasy than from actually living it out. Finally I got a text from a guy who said, simply, "I want to get raped in the woods." In an attempt to draw him out and keep him interested, I asked him if he was looking to get raped by one guy or few. "Definitely a few," he responded, "as many as I can afford."

I figured that four of us could provide him with as much cock as he could handle and quoted him a price. He asked to see pictures and I sent him body shots of myself and three of my hottest guys. I told him that they were all straight even though I knew it wasn't true. The guy took me up on my offer, and we started to set it up.

The Crew, Part 2

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The Crew, Part 2
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It had been my first time whoring myself out, or being whored out really, and to be honest, I didn't feel like much of a whore afterward. I felt calm, almost relaxed. I'd had the best orgasm of my life and I'd been able to get rid of a lot of anger and aggression that had been building up for a while. When I left, the back part of the barn was empty, so I just got in my car and took off. I got a text that night telling me to come back the next afternoon.

When I arrived, Mr. Smith was there and called me into his office.

"What the fuck did you do to that guy last night?"

"He blew me." I said. Then I grinned real big and looked Mr. Smith in the eyes. I squared off my shoulders and tried to take up as much space as possible. "I fucked his face, hard. Why, did he complain?"

"No complaints, at all" Smith said. "He was completely pleased."

"Cool." I said. "Get me some more. I want to do this as fast as I can."

"Getting more is not going to be an issue." Smith stood up and walked behind me. He ran a hand across my shoulder and then grasped my bicep. I pulled away and turned to face him. He put his hand on my chest and smiled at me. "Inspecting the goods is one of the perks of my job."

I bit down hard and tried to keep my mouth shut. Impulse control has never been one of my strengths, but I knew better than to fuck things up. Every muscle in my body wanted to pounce on Smith. The way he undressed me with his eyes, felt my body without permission, and acted like he owned me, made my skin crawl.

"You're incredibly hot," he said.

Quarterback Keeper, Part 17

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Quarterback Keeper, Part 17
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After Nick and Tom came out the response was mixed. After a couple of days, it started to trend toward the positive. Of course, there were some people who gave both of them a hard time. For the first time in a year, since Tom had said it, Nick had been called a fag in school. It didn’t bother him. The people who seemed to have the biggest problem with him being gay were people he never really spent  time with. None of his friends or acquaintances, none of the people he liked being around, seemed to care. Or, if they did care, they didn't say anything.

Things were harder for Tom. He was accustomed to everyone liking him and looking up to him. If he failed or screwed up, he had enough positive accomplishments in reserve to cover his mistakes. He was a crummy basketball player, but he was good at football and that made up for it. On the rare occasions when he blew a game, people would be angry, but he knew he deserved it.

Now there were people who disliked him simply because of who he was dating. It felt unfair, and he became slightly depressed. Nick, in particular, tried to convince him that it wasn’t so bad. Almost everyone  still thought that Tom was God’s gift to humanity and the girls were practically worshipping him now. Maybe a few people had a problem with him, but that had always been the case.

“You’re serious?” Tom asked Nick. They were eating lunch together. As people walked by, they both felt like they were zoo animals on display.

“I didn’t really like you.” Nick said with a smile. “I mean, I thought you were hot, but you seemed kind of arrogant.”

The Crew, Part 1

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The Crew, Part 1
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I woke up on Sunday morning with a throbbing headache; too much beer and whiskey the night before. I forced my eyes open and rolled over in bed. Empty. That was a blessing. I'd been fucking my ex-girlfriend almost every weekend since we'd broken up. When I got drunk, I usually found her laying next to me the next morning. Without her here, I could recover in peace.

I quickly realized that my refrigerator was empty. I pulled on some pants and walked to the convenience store down the block to grab some milk and shit. As I walked out, I tried to remember the day before. The last thing I could recall was UCLA blowing their game, and me trying to figure out how much money I'd lost.

As I walked up to my apartment building two guys stepped out of a shitty car parked curbside. They were big guys, maybe six three or four, and both looked to weigh at least two hundred pounds. They were young and muscular. I glanced at them, calculated my odds of winning a fight, and decided that I didn't stand a chance with my hangover. I turned toward my building.

"You run and when we catch you we'll break your arms," one of the guys yelled.

Pounded

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Pounded
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Note: This is a true story (as best as I remember it). There won't be a follow up or anything. I'd been shooting emails back and forth with another author (Ryan Rizzler – Check out A Top's Transformation in the Authoritative section) and I remembered this night. Figured it would be fun to write up. Enjoy.

It was late and we'd been partying most of the night. My buddies and I had put together the most epic flippy-cup team of all time, and we'd clobbered almost everyone at the party. The only downside to our reign of terror was that we had to play again and again and again. Now, deep into the night, we were all drunk. Worse, our long run of victories was making us cocky.

I slammed another beer. The crowd was thinning out, and I still hadn't found a guy to take back to my room. That was the problem with hanging out with my fraternity brothers. For a gay guy, it was often slim pickings when it came to getting laid. Unless I went out of my way to get some dick, which I hadn't done that night, I often ended up alone.

Becoming a Rugby Bitch, Part 19

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Pucked, Chapter 3

Pucked, Part 3

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After confessing my fantasies to Ben, he had complete control over me. He knew every button to push and every one of my kinks. He used his knowledge to elicit blow jobs from me almost every evening. I was happy to suck his dick, but Ben made me beg him for it. He got off on seeing me wallow in his piss and drinking his cum. He knew that I couldn't resist him.

Outside of the locker room, he started to acknowledge my presence when he saw me on campus. Having one of our star athletes talk to me in the commons did wonders for my social life. All sorts of people suddenly thought that I was one of the cool guys on campus.

After about a week of blow jobs, Ben invited me to a party he was having at his house that weekend. When he told me about the party, he said I could come as long as I followed his rules. On Thursday night, after I had sucked him off, he informed me that his only rule was, "Always say yes." I wasn't sure exactly what he meant by that, but I figured he had something planned for me at the party. 

I showed up at Ben's house at around 10 on Friday night. The party was getting going, and the main floor of his place was filled with athletes and jersey chasers. The girls were drunk and dressed in their sluttiest clothes. Most of them would be full of jock cum before the next morning. The guys were clearly enjoying themselves and were busy competing for the hottest chicks.