WILBUR CHAPTER 3 For the rest of the day and into the eveni..

WILBUR CHAPTER 3 For the rest of the day and into the evening, Chad tried to get the taste of Wilbur’s cum out of his mouth and the whole experience of earlier in the day out of his head. However, despite how hard he tried he couldn’t keep from re-living the scenes in his mind. He couldn’t believe he had let a weak, little nerd dominate and humiliate him by making him strip and then suck his cock, and above all, he, the big strong quarterback, didn't put up a fight. The nerd even made him cum without even touching himself, like some pathetic fag. Everytime his mind brought up the images of earlier that day, Chad’s cock grew rock hard. Later that night, he fucked his girlfriend Heather, the head cheerleader, extra hard. In his mind he was trying to prove that he was still a man. She was moaning and crying in ecstasy louder than she ever did. “Oh, Chad. You are so aggressive, baby. Don’t stop, oh Fffuck,” she moaned while gripping the sheets. However, when Chad closed his eyes while thrusting into her pussy, he was seeing himself on his knees sucking Wilbur’s cock. It only caused him to fuck her harder, and with a loud groan he came inside his girlfriend. The orgasm was so intense that he ended up collapsing on top of her. “Oh baby that was so wonderful, you never fucked me like that before,” Heather stroked his short blonde hair. “Baby, are you crying? Are you ok,” she heard him whimpering against her breast. The next day, Wilbur walked into the Student Union cafeteria carrying his lunch tray when he noticed the four stars of the football team sitting at their usual table. There were four jocks, including Chad, and then Heather. Heather was sitting so close to Chad on the bench seats of the folding table, that she was almost on his lap. Her right arm was on Chad’s back while she was stroking his beautiful blonde hair. As for Chad, he was laughing and joking with his football playing friends. His wide muscular back was facing Wilbur when the nerd approached the table. Drew, the Latino tight end and captain of the wrestling team, saw Wilbur first and smirked as the nerd approached their table. Niger, the black wide receiver, and Chris, the brown hair offensive lineman, pouched each other in the ribs and smirked as well when they saw Wilbur. “Is this seat taken,” Wilbur asked but before anyone could reply he was already stepping over the built in bench and sitting right beside Chad. The quarterback turned his head, and when he saw Wilbur, he turned white. “You at the wrong table, nerd,” Drew spoke to the laughter of the two other jocks. Drew was a bully and used his large sculpted muscles to push people around, especially people he felt superior too. Although he wasn’t as tall as Chad, he was just as beautiful, with olive, flawless skin, deep brown eyes, and black hair. His body was that of an amateur bodybuilder, big and shredded. The t-shirt he wore wastretched over his large pecs like a second skin, and his shorts were tight around his tree trunk size legs. “I’m tutoring Chad and I thought we can get some extra tutoring during lunch, is that right, Chad,” Wilbur gave the obviously nervous jocks smile. “You getting tutored,” both Heather and Drew asked, in surprise, at the same time. “Yeah,” Chad nervously replied. Wilbur then turned and started to eat with his right hand while he discreetly reached his left hand under the table. Wilbur ran his hand up Chad’s muscular right leg, pushing the thin basketball shorts up. Chad’s thick legs were covered in a thin layer of blonde hair as Wilbur moved his hand up Chad’s inner thigh. Drew was looking at Wilbur suspiciously. He gave a disapproving look at the little pervert. Also, Drew never saw Chad acting so nervous before. It was like all of Chad’s confidence was zipped right out of him when the little nerd sat down beside him. Of course he had no idea that Wilbur was groping and fondling his friend and quarterback right across from him. Chad almost gagged on his food when he felt Wilbur’s hand on his crotch. He tried to pull his leg away, but Wilbur continued to move his hand back. Wilbur then began to stroke and squeezed Chad’s crotch. Chad tried to will his cock down but it was useless. On one side of him was Heather stroking his bare left biceps and feeling up his pecs through the t-shirt, while on the other side Wilbur was squeezing and groping his legs and rock hard cock. Wilbur pressed the palm of his hand against Chad’s trapped cock and full balls while his fingers reached further down between the jock’s legs to tease Chad’s hole through the thin shorts and briefs. “Well nerd, I don’t think you will be tutoring Chad today, we have practice,” Drew smirked as he stood up and picked up his tray. “Is that right, Chad,” Wilbur squeezed Chad’s cock harder under the table. Chad struggles to hold back a moan, “uh, yeah, maybe later.” Chad prayed that no one would notice the hardon in his shorts, but knew it was hard to miss. He reluctantly got up off the seat, trying to use his tray to hide his large bulge. However, it was not lost on Heather, who mistakenly thought it was caused by her. Wilbur ate as he watched the four jocks leaving the cafeteria. He smiled as he noticed Chad’s and Drew’s perfectly round asses filling out their shorts as they exited the room. Later that night, Drew was alone in the wrestling training room, practicing various wrestling moves. He wore his tight wrestling singlet as he sparred with an imaginary opponent. His feet work was light and almost graceful. His muscles were tense as he built up a light layer of sweat. The training room was dark except for a single overhead lamp that swayed with the air from the air conditioning system. He had used his phone to play his favorite workout music and it was so loud that he didn’t hear the heavy doors to the training room open, nor the footsteps behind him. Drew was on his knees when Wilbur came up behind him and placed a hand on his broad shoulders. Instead of being surprised by the nerd’s presence or his touch on his muscular shoulders, the jock closed his eyes and smiled. He reached a strong hand back to touch the nerd’s smaller hand that was stroking his tired muscles. “Sorry, about today,” Drew whispered as he leaned his head against the nerd’s hand. “You did good today,” Wilbur replied as he eased the left shoulder strap off Drew’s shoulder. In return Drew helped the nerd he had often bullied to peel the tight singlet down his muscular arms and tight torso, until the Latin god was naked except for his wrestling caliguls and his old, worn black jockstrap. He had often claimed that it was his lucky jockstrap that he wore during football games and wrestling matches. The pouch was worn and the straps were tight around his plump muscular ass. The straps perfectly framed his basketballs size glutes. Despite their sheer size, his cheeks were firm and hard as stone. He was known to out squat and out leg press anyone on the football team. The rest of his body was smooth and chisels without an ounce of excess fat on him. Wilbur placed a hand on Wilbur’s back and pushed the bigger jock face down on the wrestling mate. Drew was assuming the down wrestling starting position, however, instead of beginning a wrestling match, he eagerly waited to get fucked by his master. Wilbur took his time as he admired the perfect ass while pulling out his own hard thick cock. He enjoys fucking the normally arrogant jock who had bullied him for so long. He had taken the straight cocky alpha jock and broke him, turning the jock into his fuck toy. Once his huge cock was out of his pants, Wilbur aimed his cock between the firm ass cheeks and pushed in. The big jock grunted as the huge cock slid into his hole. Drew was in pure heaven as he took inch by inch into his jockpussy. Drew was covered in sweat as he laid with his face flat on the wrestling mat and his large, smooth bubble ass, framed by his lucky jockstrap, in the air. Wilbur was thrusting in and out of the Latino’s jock’s ass. The sounds of Drew moans were filling the empty gym. “Please, cum inside me, I need your cum so bad,” Drew moaned. His thick sexy lips were parted in a moan and his eyes rolled into the back of his head while his thick black hair was matted to his forehead. Every huge muscle was pumped and tense as Wilbur’s cock pounded the jock’s prostate. Wilbur loved the power he had over jocks like Drew and Chad. They were so cocky, confident, arrogant, but when he dominated them their facades quickly crumbled. It was so easy turning the arrogant Drew into a docile fuck toy, like he was now, for his enjoyment. Drew expertly worked his powerful ass muscles around Wilbur’s cock like a well trained whore.