“Reg, we’re not going there. I thought I made that clear to you.”
“But that was before Nicole confirmed to me that you swing both ways like me—and that you take it in the ass.”
“I don’t know what to say. Everybody knows I fucked Nicole—everywhere she had a hole to fuck—at her request. And she loved it. I’m not alone. I think she’s had more than half the team now that she’s got you in her web.”
“What makes you think she chose me? It was the other way around. She can’t get enough of me. And she told me she’s seen you with guys—before and since. I’m assuming that room mate of yours is with benefits. You don’t get to live in University Towers without a sugar daddy. Is he an older guy who pays you to fuck him? Or do you take it from him?”
“Reg, step away from the locker. I’m getting dressed now. This conversation is over. Please go away. Good luck with Nicole. I hope you’ve got plenty of wrappers. She’s done most of the university athletes.”
I rose from the bench and straddled over it toward my locker. He stepped aside seeming to be walking away, then slammed me onto the bench, using it to separate my legs, pushing my chest and balls into the hardwood plank. He sat on my back, spanked my ass cheeks, separated them and started to push several un-lubed fingers into my hole, searching for the prostate.
“You’re going to be begging for my dick in a few seconds when I open you up. Your little boy pussy cunt is already quivering in anticipation and invitation. You may have taken dick, you bitch, but never one as big and hard as mine. I promise you’re going to love this. You’ll never forget the experience. No one ever does.”
I got my arms out from under my chest and began to push up from the bench. Reg renewed his pressure on my lower back and deepened his thrusts. I could feel his enormous cock resting on my ass. “Last warning, Reg. Get off and leave now and this never happened. Continue and you’re gone from Rice. I will prosecute for rape. Let’s see whose word prevails on campus—and in court. And how much scandal your sponsors can handle.” Maybe he thought he could survive a one-on-one charge at Rice. But, the last statement seemed to catch him. He paused in his finger thrusting.
“You’re just a pussy. I can see you want it, but you’re not worth it. Let’s see what happens when a little birdie whispers questions about your remarkably improved financial situation to the conference rules committee. You can keep your not-so-virgin ass. I’ve seen better and tighter asses on donkeys anyway. You shouldn’t skip the squats so often.”
With that, he whacked my ass several times, hard, stood and went to his locker. A few minutes later the door slammed and I was alone, angry and breathing hard.
We left a few hours later, but Reg was not on the plane.