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The Star Player Part 04
🕑 Added 2019-08-14 18:18:05 +0000 UTC“Everything alright?” Coach asked Tyler.
It took a good few pants before Tyler was able to give him a, “yes sir.” He did his best to try to act tough but running for the last 45 minutes had him completely drained. His legs felt like they were on fire and his side was killing him. There was sweat dripping down through his clothes and all he wanted to do was fall to the ground. But he resisted.
“Glad to hear it,” Coach’s powerful slap to his back nearly sent him plummeting forward. He was still able to catch himself but just barely. “Alright boys! Pull it in!” The rest of the basketball players hustled over to the coach surrounding him. “So I know we’ve all been working hard lately but I’m sure it’s going to pay off on Friday. I still expect you all to be on time for the next practice. Alright?”
“Yes sir,” the rest of the team chanted.
“Alright. Now go get changed. The group of college athletes headed towards the locker room and started to get changed. Dwayne pulled it back and tried to keep up with Tyler. It wasn’t that he was moving so quickly but rather so slowly.
“Dude… What’s up with you?”
“Fuck off,” Tyler pushed at Dwayne not even moving him. Each step was so hard to make as not only were his legs tired but the shoes he was wearing were threatening to fall off his feet. The same seemed to be happening with his shorts as he held them up around his waist. “Nothing’s wrong. Just had a late night last night. Alright?”
“Fine, man. Whatever. I’m just saying that coach isn’t going to be playing games anymore. You’re in college not high school. No one’s gonna hold your hand anymore.”
“What you think coach is going to kick his best player off the team?” Dwayne let out a deep breath, almost like a laugh. He didn’t respond to the statement. “What? You think coach has the balls to kick off the best player on the team?” Again Dwayne seemed to stifle a laugh as he rolled his eyes. Tyler pushed at him again. “C’mon say something.”
“Look. I’m not going to say your bad… But best on the team? I don’t know what you’re really measuring… Cause like both Mike and Wilt could beat you pretty bad. And give Hunter a bit of time and I’m sure he’d be whippin your ass too. If you’re really serious about this sport you gotta start putting a bit more time into it.”
“Fuck off,” Tyler pushed at him again. “This is fucking bullshit. I could run laps around them.”
“Well you did today,” Dwayne joked. Tyler flashed a seething glare towards Dwayne. “Dude, calm the fuck down. I’m not trying to say your bad but you gotta know your limits. If you want to improve you’re going to have to try harder.”
“Fuck off,” Tyler growled as he entered the locker room.
“Whatever man,” Dwayne dismissed. “Just trying to help you out…”
Tyler did his best to ignore the comment. The only thing he could think of saying was, ‘fuck off,’ and that clearly didn’t have the effect it did even the day prior. For some reason Dwayne had got it into his head that he could actually criticize him when he didn’t know what he was talking about. But still Tyler knew that he had to cool his anger. As much as he didn’t want to hear about it from Dwayne, he’d figured in some sense he may have been right. Coach had done something. Even if he didn’t know what it was there was still something happening and it all started right after he’d talked to coach.
“Hunter.” Tyler slammed the other basketball player’s locker closed and leaned up against it. The other players were already starting to clear out so he wouldn’t have any kind of back up. Even if they didn’t ever say anything, with how today had been going he wasn’t so sure. “We need to talk.”
Again Hunter stared forward just waiting for the other man to leave him alone. “Then talk.”
“Always had a bit of sass, you know I kind of liked that,” he still wanted to be a bit intimidating towards the other guy. But as he ran the back of his hand down Hunter’s face he started to realize that the near head sized difference they had in height was quite a bit less than that. Sure, Tyler was still a few inches taller than him but it was only by about 3 or maybe 4 inches instead. “Y-y-you need to talk to coach,” he stiffened up again as he tried to maintain control over the situation. But the fear of just how much smaller he was getting was getting to him. At 6’8” two inches wouldn’t seem like much but it still made him look down at everyone else. While now he’d be closer to eye level.
“About what?”
“Tell him I apologized.”
“Apologized?” Hunter glared. “Apologized. Did you apologize?”
“What?”
“Did you apologize? You know I’d hate to be a liar,” Hunter said.
Tyler could feel himself losing control over the situation. His body shook slightly as he stared into the other man’s eyes. There was something powerful behind them, same as how coach had stared at him yesterday. “Y-yeah. I said sorry. Yesterday.”
“Oh. Right. It was right after you called me a fag.” Hunter had taken control of the conversation. The fear overtook Tyler and he took a step back. “Right. You did apologize to me. But I don’t remember accepting it. And I don’t think I will.” Hunter pushed back. Even if he was a bit smaller, that didn’t seem to bother him anymore. “See? I’m not sure what the hell’s going on but the fact that you’re acting even more macho than usual means that you have some idea. I can feel it all the way down in my bones. Like I’m getting stronger. Better. And watching you have so much trouble today just kind of confirms it.”
“What are you talking about?” Tyler tried to remain calm but he still had to force the words out. Sweat started to form around his brow.
Hunter cocked a smiled out of the side of his mouth. He reached back into the locker and pulled out his used jockstrap. “Smell this,” he ordered. The fabric flew into Tyler’s hands.
It took everything in Tyler’s power not to bring it up to his face. He desperately held it by his sides, running the damp fabric through his fingers. “Wh-what? Why would I do that?” his eyes roamed around the room as he felt his dick getting hard. The command from Hunter seemed to have sparked something in his imagination and actually holding onto the fabric suddenly felt amazing.
“Because you want to. I know you want to. It’s weird. This morning when putting that on, I had this weird memory. A memory of you going through my locker and trying to steal one before. You played it off as a joke. But the thing is," he paused for effect, "I never got the jock back.” With each sentence he stepped a little closer. Tyler tried to maintain the distance but it was so hard for him to concentrate. He could feel his dick pressing hard in his own.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Tyler lied. His hand still massaged the fabric, feeling its texture. He tried his best to ignore it but that memory was coming back to him. He could remember doing it because that’s the jock he was wearing right now. It was his favorite.
Hunter let out a bit of a laugh. “I guess you remember it too.” The gap between them was almost non-existent. Tyler had backed himself into a wall and Hunter moved less than an inch away. Their lips were barely apart. “Kind of changes the context doesn’t it.” A hand started to caress the side of Tyler’s lithe muscular body. “Cause the more I think about it, the more it becomes that you really want me to fuck you.”
Tyler’s body started to drift off. His strong muscles were leaning more onto Hunter’s body. He was giving up more of his weight to the other man. Drifting off. Feeling his asshole pucker as the thoughts invaded his mind. “No!” Tyler lied again. His body stiffened again as he realized what he was doing. Hunter’s arms were around his sides locking him in position. “I mean no. I’m not gay,” he tried his best to think about last night. How he and Sierra were together.
But it was different. Somehow it didn’t seem right. She was in one of the school’s jerseys while playing with his asshole. The small finger poked in and out of his body each time he thrust down into her. He let out a soft moan thinking about it moan. His body seemed to thrust mimicking the motion from last night.
“Ok, I see,” Hunter smiled. “You don’t need to worry about it. I’m not going to do anything till you say yes.” He gave the other man two light taps to the face with his open palm. Soft enough not to hurt but the condescension behind them was enough to show that Tyler wasn’t in charge anymore. “Till then, guess I’ll see you around. You should have my number.”
“Hunter! What the fuck you doing down there man?” one of the basketball players called out to him.
“Just finishing something up!” he shouted back.
“Well fucking hurry it up! We got dates tonight!”
“I know. I know. I’m fucking hurrying!”
Tyler stood and stared as the other player left the locker room. His eyes trailed every bit of the other man. Even as Hunter walked away Tyler could tell that the four or so inches he had on him were now less than three. With each step he had more confidence, more control over his body. It was like he was shaping up even more to be a perfect basketball player. Those long lean but muscular arms would be perfect for blocking while his long legs could cross the court in a few simple strides.
“Oh fuck…” he moaned smelling the jock strap again. His hands were already feverishly working away at his cock as he thought about it more and more. Thoughts of Hunter changing in the locker room filled his mind. He couldn’t think about anything else no matter how hard he tried. Even with what happened last night he could clearly see the jersey Sierra had been wearing. It was Hunter’s.
His body thrust violently as he unloaded into his favorite jockstrap. He could feel the light amount of fluids starting to drift down the side of his leg. The after clarity burst suddenly made him realize what he’d just done. “Shit!” he cursed trying to get ahold of himself. But stepping forward he fell out of his shoes again. They were so big to what he should have been wearing. At least four sizes too big and as he stepped back in them he couldn’t even feel the tension around them. “What’s going on…” he whimpered. But more because he’d become hard again.
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Yeah it is... 😅😅Thanks for telling me. It's fixed now.
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Is this Part 4?
