Rock looked around him, seeing the world with new eyes. He looked down at himself, taking in his tightly bulging form, which he knew was the body he had developed through years of working out but which an idea floating in the back of his mind suggested was also brand new.
He was in a small room with around half a dozen guys. There was Rod, whom he spent many happy hours skating and working out with. Then there was the strange sight of two naked nerds, Jonathan and Matthew. They had tried to fade into the background, uncomfortable without clothing and were nervously trying to cover up their hardening dicks. The other half dozen guys in the room were all from the football team. Rock didn’t really know them, after all they moved in different social circles and they spent their time either at practice or trying to get into the panties of the cheerleading squad.
His gaze turned to the small table in the middle of the room, on which rested an eclectic collection of items; a can of body spray, some gel deodorant, a razor and some cologne.
The team captain, Mark, was staring at him, a watch in his hands.
“Fuck, yeah.” Rock muttered, flexing his smooth pecs, perfectly framed by his skin tight white wifebeater, topped with his thick red dreads. His cock throbbed, and he stroked it absent-mindedly. Fucking Rod right about now seemed like a good idea – he couldn’t remember the last time his dick had seen action although he was aware that he could get a bit of action any time he liked.
He flashed a predatory grin at Rod. “Your ass is mine. Now.”
Rod returned the look.
Mark stepped forward. “You’ll do as I say.”
“Fuck you, man.” Rock sneered at the jock. “I’ll do who I want, when I want. Now fuck off football boy.” He reached into his back pocket, producing a blade, and in one smooth movement wrapped a powerful arm over Mark’s shoulder and moved the knife to his throat.
Mark dropped the watch in terror, and the rest of the room involuntarily took a step back. All except Rod, who moved to the door, unlocking and then opening it.
“Out you step, ladies.” he smirked.
The team reluctantly left, each looking back at their captive captain as they went through the door.
“Uhh … but we’re naked.” Squeaked Matthew.
“Yeah, and you need to spend some time in the fucking gym, nerd.” Rock suggested. “Now fuck off.”
The two smaller boys obeyed, scurrying out of the room.
Rod moved over to Rock, who released Mark but kept his knife handy. “What’re we going to do with him?” he asked.
Rock smiled thoughtfully. “I’m sure he’d like to go run some laps, maybe pump a little iron … or a little pussy … but whatever he does, I’m sure he’ll FUCK OFF OUT OF HERE NOW!”
Mark ran for the door, his plans undone and his creations set free on the world.
Rod closed and locked the door, then turned to face Rock. “I swear one of them pissed his pants!” he laughed.
Rock sniffed the air. “Shit them maybe.” He peeled off his wifebeater, exposing his toned, smooth, tattooed torso. “Get naked.” he commanded, unbuttoning his fly and pushing his jeans down to his ankles.
Rod was happy to comply, peeling off his top and kicking off his jeans and boxers.
Outside a bell rang, signalling the start of classes.
“So,” Rock rumbled, “what would you like to learn today?”
They embraced, pushing their hard bodies into each other, kissing deeply, hands roaming freely. Rock felt Rod’s hard cock intertwine with his own, and reached down to stroke it. “You’re a fuckin’ hung guy. And I like fuckin’ hung guys.” he suggested.
Rod moaned his agreement, running his hands through Rock’s thick locks, then nibbling his earlobes and the rings within.
Rock twisted, moving behind Rod, bending him over the table, and parting his cheeks. Rock’s dick was pulsing pre-cum and he thrust himself into Rod in a smooth motion. Rod moaned softly in pleasure, spreading his arms to grip the table. Rock’s hips moved in a regular thrust whilst his tongue explored the deep muscular ridges in Rod’s back.
Rod convulsed in pleasure, matching Rock’s stroke, his own dick stiff and his balls rising.
After a few moments, they both came, and Rock’ss thrusts diminished to a gentle rocking motion as he wrapped his arms round Rod’s shoulders. “You always were the best lay.”
“And your ass is mine next time round.” Rod sighed, rolling under his lover in post coital bliss.