I Wish I Had Jock Pussy Syndrome by scwalker
Discover the tantalizing journey of self-discovery and desire in “I Wish I Had Jock Pussy Syndrome” by scwalker. Dive into a provocative tale that explores vulnerability and fantasies in the world of gay sex, leaving you breathless and yearning for more. Let this enticing narrative awaken your wildest dreams!
“Mom? Dad? Emma?” I call out, checking every room in the house. My mom’s car isn’t in the garage, but I have to be sure I was truly alone.
After confirming that my parents and sister were gone, I knew I had to act quickly. Who knew how soon they would get back?
Taking two steps at a time up into my room, I close my door and make a beeline to my closet. Underneath a pile of my wrestling gear in the corner was my secret stash. A worn, beat up duffel bag that contained all of my deepest, darkest secrets.
See, the thing is, from the outside, I’m Matt Casey, star wrestler at my high school, and on track to being Senior Homecoming King. I’m a beefy stud, close shaved brown hair, decently handsome even if my face is kinda square and blocky, and unbeatable on the mat. Everyone at school knows me, and no, I’m not one of those bully jocks you hear about.
But nobody knows who I really am. Or, who I want to be.
The first thing I do is strip out of my clothes, taking a moment to admire my beefy bod, with the perfect V-shaped torso and tight abs, hefty pecs, round biceps. Fuck, I’m such a stud. But there is no part of my body prouder than my ass. I turn to the side, admiring how perfectly round it is. One might even say my glutes are “overdeveloped”. The guys on the team all joke about how I have a big meaty bubble butt. I laugh along, but they don’t know the reason why.
See, I place an extra emphasis on my ass. I train legs three times a week, and I focus on glute exercises the most. Because, more than anything, I want to have the biggest, roundest, fattest, bounciest, juiciest ass. I want to become known for it. I want any person who looks at me to instantly notice how huge my ass is.
I turn so my back is to the mirror and look over my shoulder. Fuck, I’m looking good. My hip thrusts and Bulgarian split squats have been paying off. I go to grab my fat cheeks, moaning a little as my fingers sink in, loving how soft and squishy it is even though it’s all muscle.
I stop myself before I get lost any further. I need to hurry up, the clock is ticking. I turn my attention back towards my duffel and underneath the top layer of old towels, I find what I need. I take the small piece of fabric and look at it.
My neon pink g-string thong.
I step into it and pull it up, loving how I have to tug it a bit so the waistband can slide over my fat bubble. I have to actually reach back and spread my cheeks with one hand to get the thin strap in between them. Admiring myself in the mirror again, I’m satisfied with how my ass cheeks completely swallow it up.
Then I reach down and find my best friend, the only one who truly knows me. My big, fat 9 inch dildo.
I grab my phone and navigate to my bookmarks, finding the perfect material to help me out.
‘Luke’s Big Butt Problems Chapter 5’ by Charlie Walker.
Ever since I found this story online a year ago, I’ve been obsessed. It unlocked something inside of me. I always thought I was a typical straight jock, but reading about the main character, a baseball jock named Luke, and his journey to accepting that he’s a fat assed jock pussy slut really resonated with me.
See, the truth, my darkest secret, is that I want nothing more than to be Luke Micucci. I want to be a total stud with an impossibly fat ass who gets dicked down regularly by the hugest dicks imaginable.
Of course, the story is pretty far-fetched. I mean, there’s no way in real life any jock could have a hole that actually gets wet and self-lubricates, or that you could develop a medical need for getting bred, or even that you could take the over-exaggerated sized dicks Luke encounters.
But the core of it, the idea of just being a jock pussy, a slut for dick, a fat ass ready to take loads, drives me insane with lust and need. I want that to be me, more than anything else in the world.
Lubing up the toy and then sliding down onto it, I moan as I feel that stretch. The 9 inches are a challenge, and I actually still can’t take it all the way to the base. But I follow some guys on Twitter who take footlong or bigger dildos, so I know it’s humanly possible. Just like how I train hard for wrestling, I know I gotta train hard if I want a real jock pussy.
I scroll down to my favorite part. I must have read it dozens of times at this point. Pretty much anytime I wanna get off, even if I have to do it with just my fingers underneath the covers, I think about the scene where Luke takes on the scrawny nerd Mark’s enormous 13 inch cock.
Mark is so hot. The author, Charlie, posted some art of him on Twitter by one of my favorite gay porn artists, DizDoodz, and the dude is adorable. All shy looks, curly red hair, the glasses and freckles, but best of all he has a dick all the way down to his knees. Of course, something like that can’t exist in real life. But anytime I’m posting up and down on my dildo I imagine that it’s Mark’s cock, either I’m riding him or he has me bent over and is fucking my bubble so hard it bounces like Luke’s does in the story.
This Charlie guy is such a good writer. He really paints a picture, which sparks my imagination and makes it so easy to picture myself in that exact scenario, sitting on Mark’s face and letting him tongue-fuck my pussy until I squirt in his mouth, or I ride him like a slut in heat until he fills my guts with that huge nerd load. And the way the writer describes how Luke’s stomach bloats a little from all that jizz drives me insane.
“Ohhh fuck yeah!!” I moan as I grind my dildo into my pussy. “Fucccccck my pussy!!”
Saying it out loud does something to me. Like it’s so taboo, I still get so scared someone might hear me. But when I really get into the fantasy, I can’t help myself. And then I imagine myself bent over, taking dick, and having someone else call my hole a pussy.
And that does it. Just a few strokes of my dick, and I’m cumming right onto the rank towel I had placed on my bed. My vision is blurry, but I really needed that orgasm. It at least took the edge off. And it was perfect timing, because a few moments later I hear the garage door open.
***
Grabbing my textbook from my locker, I glance down the hallway at the small group chatting loudly. There are a few girls with wild hair colors, a stockier guy with glasses, and then him.
Andy MacNally.
He’s leaning against his locker, laughing at something his friend said. His jet-black hair is spiky today, like it usually is, matching his mostly black clothing. His shiny Doc Martens boots with the rainbow patch on it, matching the rainbow wristband he’s wearing on one wrist and the rainbow watch strip he has on the other.
My other, other secret is that I think Andy is the hottest guy in the entire school. He reminds me of Mark in some ways, kind of, except he’s a little bit taller, lankier. I actually don’t know much about him. Just that he’s in the ‘Japanese Culture Club’ aka Anime Club, with most of his friends, he’s into skating and punk rock, probably gay on account of the rainbows, and he’s known as a pretty nice guy. He’s not crazy popular, but nobody has anything bad to say about him.