DeMarcus
DeMarcus was pacing back and forth as he waited f..
🕑 Added 2023-04-22 01:27:02 +0000 UTC
DeMarcus
DeMarcus was pacing back and forth as he waited for Wilbur to show up. He was scared and worried that someone would think it was suspicious that he was hanging out of the rarely used ball field on the far side of the campus. It was well known around campus as a popular cruise spot for gay men looking for hot college meat. DeMarcus suddenly felt self-conscious about how he was dressed. He still wore the gray compression shorts and shirt that he had practice in. The jock realized how slutty he looked in his workout gear.
DeMarcus still hasn't gotten over the confrontation he had with Chad in the locker room before practice, about him recording and setting up his two best friends and teammates . He tried to explain he had no choice, Wilbur made him do it. Fortunately, a part of Chad seemed to understand.
It was already half an hour past the time that Wilbur had instructed DeMarcus to be there. It felt like an eternity, however, the muscular football player dared not leave. Several cars slowed down as they passed the deserted park and the male drivers, all older, peered hungrily at the hot jock. Finally he saw the skinny white nerd approaching the breaches, holding a camcorder in his right hand. Wilbur appeared to be in no hurry.
“Why did you tell Chad that I was the one that made the video and gave it to you,” DeMarcus greeted Wilbur.
Wilbur laughed, “oh relax, Chadie won’t do a thing. He is not that dumb.”
“Dude, he fucking hate me now,” tears were in the tough running backs eyes.
“Nonsense, he will get over it,” Wilbur placed his right hand on DeMarcus’s thick left shoulder,giving it a squeeze.
The nerd’s touch actually felt comforting to the straight football player.
“All you have to do is relax and do as you are told. I take good care of my jock boys,” Wilbur playfully patted the side of DeMarcus' unshaven face.
DeMarcus found himself getting hard in his compression shorts.
“Why did you want to do it here? We usually go to your place after my practice,” DeMarcus whispered as Wilbur stroked the side of his stubbed face.
“I always wanted to fuck out side,” Wilbur moved his hands down to DeMarcus’s pecs.
“Outside? Here? What, what if someone comes by,” DeMarcus protested.
Wilbur cupped and squeezed the jock’s big pecs through the skin tight shirt. The compression shirt showed off DeMarcus body as if it was a second layer of skin. There wasn’t a bit of excess fat on the running back’s tight, 5’9, 200lb body.
“It will be fun, trust me,” Wilbur pressed his mouth against DeMarcus’ neck and nibble the thick cords of muscles that ran down his thick neck to the broad mountainous shoulders.
DeMarcus closed his eyes and moaned, “please don’t make me.”
“Take off your clothes,” Wilbur nibbled on his left earlobe.
“I don’t think . . .” DeMarcus tried to protest.
“Ssshh, you know you aren’t good at thinking. Just get naked,” Wilbur reached around and gave DeMarcus' incredible ass a hard firm slap.
“Keep your shoes on,” Wilbur stopped DeMarcus before he kicked his cleats off his size 9 feet.
DeMarcus nervously looked around and then pushed his thumbs into the sides of the gray compression shorts to peel them down. Wilbur was pleased that the black jock wore no underwear. DeMarcus’s fat 8 inch cock popped out of the shorts and slapped against his chisel chocolate abs. The jock then peels the tight shirt up and over his chisel torso and his short, dreadlocks hair, which were dyed blonde on the tips. DeMarcus' body was beautiful. Wilbur had made the tough street smart jock wax off all of his body hair and his body looked like it was sculpted from black granite. His 8 pack abs were chisel cobblestone and his pecs were large slabs of meat, perfectly smooth and sculpted. DeMarcus' legs were shredded and powerful, built for sudden bursts of speed and for pounding on and off the field. His arms were thick and well defined, with tattoos from his days on the streets. DeMarcus’s back was a prefect v, layered with thick ripped muscles on top of muscles. More tattoos adorn his back. His tattoos reminded him of his past and his determination to do anything not to go back to the hood he grew up in. Above all, it was his ass that was his best feature to Wilbur. The beautiful black ass was big, thick and round. It was flawless and firm.
Suddenly, DeMarcus saw an overweight, middle aged white man approaching them.
“Fuck,” the jock hissed and grabbed his shorts to cover his naked crotch.
However, Wilbur laughed, “relax, baby. He is a friend of mine.”
DeMarcus was confused and continued to try to hide his beautiful muscular body.
“You weren’t exaggerating about how hot he was,” the fat man said in a thick southern, redneck accent.
Wilbur smirk, “I never exaggerate. And he is worth every penny.”
DeMarcus looked at Wilbur still in confusion but soon realized that the nerd was pimping him out.
“He's well worth the $200,” the older man squeezed his cock through his pants.
“What? I’m not . . .” DeMarcus protested, but a hard slap on his bubble butt from Wilbur silenced the jock.
“Behavior, or else,” Wilbur warned.
The older man laughed, “you know how to handle a boy like him.”
“Get under the breaches and bend over, boy,” Wilbur delivered another hard slap on the jock ass.
Tears ran from DeMarcus’s eyes as he got under the breaches and gripped the metal beams.
“That it boy,” the fat man said as he unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock.
The large man grabbed DeMarcus’s lean waist and aimed his cock between the round, firm cheeks. Then with a rough push, the man’s cock pushed into the running back’s ass. DeMarcus let out a grunt as he was penetrated. He was glad that the older man wasn’t as big as Wilbur, however, the man was rough. He slammed in and out of the jock, hard and deep. His huge belly slapped against DeMarcus' muscle layered backside. The man was calling him humiliating names as he pounded DeMarcus’ ass. Despite how humiliated the running back was, he remained rock hard. As DeMarcus was getting used and fucked, Wilbur was recording it all with his camcorder. He made sure not to get the man’s face in the video, but paid extra attention on DeMarcus’s expression and leaking cock.
“Fffuck, take it boy,” the old man grunted loud and came deep inside the chocolate ass.
As the man’s seed filled him, DeMarcus quickly followed, shooting his load onto the ground below him.
The older man finally pulled out and gave the ruined ass a hard slap, “well worth it.”
As soon after the man left, no more than five minutes elapsed before another man came. The second man was a nerdy, accountant type in his 30s, with thick glasses. He was the type that was bullied by jocks like DeMarcus. The accountant gave Wilbur the $200s and told the intimidating looking black man to get on his knees. The man’s voice was soft spoken but as DeMarcus knelt, he didn’t hesitate from dropping his pants and ramming his cock between DeMarcus pillowy lips. The jock was soon gagging on the man’s cock. That only turned the accountant on more as he grabbed the dreads and began to pound the back of the jock’s throat. DeMarcus gagged and coughed as tears ran down his handsome face while his own cock throbbed.
“Take it bitch. Who the bitch now,” the accountant took his frustrations out on the muscle bound jock.
The man rammed his cock deep down DeMarcus’s throat and with a loud groan came. DeMarcus had no choice but to swallow all of the cum. And to Wilbur amusement, DeMarcus didn’t even realize that his own cock erupted yet again as he was faced fucked. Wilbur got it all on camera.
After the accountant, two skinny asian boys were up next. They were friends of Wilbur, whom he pays dungeon and dragons with, but they willingly paid 200 to fuck the sexy black jock. They had DeMarcus on his hands and knees on the dirt ground as they pit roast him, fucking his mouth and ass at the same time. The two nerd’s high five each other as they both came inside DeMarcus at the same time.
By early evening DeMarcus got fucked 5 times and had made Wilbur $1,000. The masculine black jock was leaking cum from his ruined hole and sore mouth, and his handsome face and chisel body was coated with cum. Under the breaches was a large pondal of DeMarcus own cum that was fucked out of him. Although he was humiliated at being whored out, DeMarcus never came so often in his life.
