Fuck, ok, I’ll just tell him those are my girlfriend’s, I was using the dildo on her, she wears the thong for me, that’s believable (unless he looks at the thong’s tag and notices that it’s in MEN’S sizes).
But when he looks up at me, his eyebrows knit together, my resolve crumbles.
My breathing gets heavy, I’m gasping for breath, feeling like I’m in a chokehold.
Now, I’m not one of those assholes who thinks it’s unmanly or whatever to cry. But the sheer embarrassment of my secret crush finding my secret thong and secret dildo is overpowering, and I feel myself slipping into a panic attack.
I’m gasping for air and trying to say something. “Please…” gasp “Don’t” gasp “Tell”…
“Matt, I’m not going to tell anyone!” Andy says quickly, tossing the thong and dildo onto my bed before rushing over, wrapping his skinny arms around my wide body, and then squeezing me into a surprisingly strong hug.
I bury my face into his neck, taking in his scent. It’s so calming, it seems to center me.. Andy just holds me tight, rubbing soothing circles on my back, which honestly does help a little. After I start to calm down, Andy grabs my wrist and pulls me so I’m sitting on the edge of the bed.
“Hold on, I’m going to get you some water,” he says before darting out of my room. My heart is racing, thinking that he might have bolted, but a minute later he comes back with a bottle of water from the fridge.
I take a few sips and try to calm my breathing.
Andy just sits there, still rubbing my back. I’m tense, thinking he’s going to say something, but he just waits patiently for me.
“Uh so…” my stomach is tight, but I knew I couldn’t lie to Andy, especially after that display, “those are mine.” I say, nodding my head at the incriminating evidence of my secret.
Andy glances over at them, then turns back towards me. “Yeah, I figured.”
An idea flashes in my head. Some straight guys like buttplay. The thong is harder to explain, but maybe I have like a sissification kink? Which isn’t too, too far from the truth. But again, I can’t lie to Andy. So I just sit there silently.
“Do…” Andy starts but then closes his mouth, trying to find the right words to say. “Are you…?” I know what he’s asking.
I just nod. I’m afraid if I opened my mouth I’d upchuck.
“Okay,” Andy says.
“Okay?” I ask carefully.
“Okay,” he says again with finality.
And I don’t know what it is, maybe the fact that Andy is so easy to talk to, or that he’s most likely gay himself, or that I’m crushing so hard on him, but I start blabbering and tell him everything.
About how much I love bottoming. How I’m still a virgin. How I love having a big, fat ass. How hard I work to get said ass. How badly I wanna be a jock pussy. How I read these stories that inspired me.
When I’m done, I just sit there, dreading his reaction.
“What’s the name of that story?” he asks, catching me off-guard.
“What?” I say bemusedly.
“What’s the name?”
“Uh… Jock Pussy Syndrome?” I confess.
“By Charlie Walker?” he asks, and my whole world comes crashing down. I nod in confusion.
Andy’s jaw drops. “No WAY. NO WAY!!” he says in disbelief jumping to his feet and pacing around excitedly.
“What? What?” I ask, not following along.
“Dude. DUDE!! Matt!!”
“WHAT IS IT!?” I ask again, his sudden burst of energy freaking me the fuck out.
“MATT! I LOVE those stories!! They’re my absolute FAVORITE!”
It’s my turn to be shocked.
“FUCK! Matt, you have no idea, I have such a THING for jocks, I know I’m a total cliche, but I love the idea of a jock being a pussy slut with a big fat ass. Charlie is my favorite writer, it’s like he reaches into my brain and pulls out my fantasies!”
I’m stunned.
“He has the hottest sex scenes, all of his jocks have big fat asses, that JPS thing is so HOT, with the wet pussy stuff, I wish it were real! And not to mention, the way he weaves romance into the nastiest, filthiest porny sex is awesome.”
I don’t know what to say.
Andy grabs my shoulders and turns me towards him. And then he surges forward and crashes his lips against mine.
I sit there, stiff as a board (in more ways than one), as Andy kisses and nibbles my lips, swipes his tongue over the seam of them. I can’t even open my mouth, this whole thing feels unreal, like a story that Charlie Walker made up, not real life.
After a minute of making out, or really Andy making out with me while I’m a statue, he pulls away. He looks at me, concerned.
“Uhhhh do you even want this?” he says, and I realize he’s afraid that he’s forced me into a kiss. It’s a surprise, but not an unwanted one.
I think I make some kind of animalistic noise before I lunge towards him, kissing him with such force that he falls onto his back. We’re scrambling, a mess of limbs and lips, making out like we’re eating each other’s faces, his hands feeling me up and groping every muscle until they settle on my jean-clad ass.
He cups my fat cakes and it’s so hot how my ass is so big he can’t get a firm grip on it. And it’s not like Andy has tiny hands either. When he squeezes my cheeks, I pull away from his lips and let out a guttural half-moan half-groan.
“Holy fuck, you really do love having your ass played with,” he breaths out.
I get on my back and start fumbling with my jeans. I’m in such a rush it feels like it takes forever to unzip them then pull them down over my thick thighs and developed calves. After my jeans comes my boxer briefs. When I pull them off my ankles, my legs go up and I know Andy gets a glimpse of my hole.
report I can feel myself twitching down there, twitching with need. Fuck!! I wish I had Jock Pussy Syndrome!
Andy mirrors me and peels out of his jeans, also taking off his shirt. He’s not scrawny, he actually has a surprisingly developed but very lean torso, and his stomach has a faint six-pack. He’s so hot. He’s even hotter than I imagined.
For a second we don’t know what to do. Just breathing, making eye contact. Like we’re waiting for the other to make the first move.
I’m going to die if I don’t play with my hole right now, so I point towards the duffel that I threw haphazardly into my closet. “Lube’s in there!”
Andy sprints over there so fast he should be on the track team. He grabs the lube, flips the cap, and in an instant I feel the cool, thick liquid drip down my hole, making my toes curl in anticipation.
I throw my head back when he starts rubbing my hole. Not lightly brushing it, it’s not tender, he’s really rubbing it good, the way Luke rubs his hole, and it’s driving me wild.
“Holy fuck, Matt… You have a pussy. You have a fucking jock pussy.”
Yes yes yes yes yes.
I have a jock pussy.
I’m your fucking jock pussy, Andy. Use me, use my cunt, fuck me, I need your cum inside me. I’m so wet, my pussy is so wet for you. Breed my slutty cunt, fill me up, make my gut bloat with your load.
“YES!” I gasp out as Andy presses his fingers into my hole and immediately my pussy spreads open for him, allowing two fingers inside. He sinks his fingers up to the knuckle and just the idea that for the first time ever, somebody else is doing this to me, it’s not my own hand, almost sends me over the edge.