A Needy Jock (Patreon)

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For the first few years of high school, Parker Manning seemed to exist only to try to cause me misery. He was, as one would expect, a popular, handsome young lad with a shock of blonde hair and an athletic frame obtained through years of sport.

I'd always been rather envious of him, considering I too had spent years of my childhood in various sporting activities, and yet I remained quite skinny, perhaps even scrawny, whilst he seemed to bulge in all the right places.

He was taller than me too, and had a confidence that I could only dream of. The older we both got, the more impressive the young man became, until the year we'd both turned eighteen, and he was easily the hottest and most popular guy in school.

Parker had a girlfriend too, and as you'd probably expect, she was the epitome of eye candy. At first glance, they resembled a high school version of Barbie and Ken, though I'd argue that they were less plastic and potentially even better looking.

The bullying had never really taken much of a toll on me, because I managed to avoid it from everybody but Parker. For some reason, he seemed intent on being an asshole to me, but it never progressed from more than some snarky comments, and the occasional 'faggot'.

The latter of course, was true. I'd known I was gay for a few years, and though I had never formally come out to anybody, news travelled fast and pretty much everybody found out one way or another. I didn't particularly care either, and most people were cool about it, but Parker always enjoyed digging his knuckle in when he could.

High school was finally coming to an end, and in those last few weeks, there seemed to be an air of freedom around the building. Everyone seemed happier and less agitated, everyone except Parker Manning.

"I need your help" he told me one afternoon as I packed away my stuff, and I realised that it was the first sentence he'd said to me in years, that didn't include an insult.

I scoffed.

"Seriously, dude, I need your help!"

I felt that it was less of a request, and more of a demand, and though he was much more physically imposing than I was, I'd never been afraid of him.

"Why would you need a faggot's help?" I smirked, slamming the locker shut beside his head and pulling my bag over my shoulder.

"Oh come on, bro" he sighed, "I was just fucking with you".

"Uh huh" I nodded, and walked off as Parker followed me briskly.

"Dude, I wouldn't ask if I didn't really need to" he called after me, but my mind was already on the coming weekend and so I barely listened as he continued.

"You're like, smart as fuck" he winced, as though the compliment had physically hurt him to say, "and if I don't get this English paper submitted by the end of the week, Mr. O' Leavy is gonna' fail me, and I need that grade".

"That's a shame" I smiled, pushing open the doors and walking into the approaching Summer's heat.

"I can pay you" he told me, but money wasn't much of an attraction to me, considering I had grown up quite comfortably.

"I'll get you an invite to the summer party" he continued, and the idea of being cramped in a dark house with a bunch of cocky, sweaty jocks was about as appealing as gouging my own eyes out.

"Please!" He finally resigned, and I turned back to him.

"Apologise" I shrugged, and stared at him as he turned his head like a confused puppy, "I don't want your money, I don't want to go to a party full of clones of you, I want an apology".

Parker's handsome face turned red as he glanced around the emptying parking lot. He rubbed the back of his neck and dug the heels of his sneakers into the tarmac before laughing.

"You're not serious?" He asked awkwardly, but I remained stoic.

"Fine" he mumbled, "I'm sorry".

I could have prolonged the enjoyable suffering, but I was eager to get home and so I nodded.

"Tomorrow after school" I said, turning my back, "your place".

There was no objection, and so at four thirty the following day, Parker sent me his address, apparently too embarrassed to walk with me to his house. I planned to spend an hour at most at his place and then forget the dumb jock even existed.

The house was pretty big, and the lawn was perfectly neat. I knocked on the door and a charming lady answered it.

"Oh, you must be Parker's little friend" she beamed, and beckoned me inside.

I wasn't sure if the woman was his mom, or his sister. It was difficult to tell her age, but she was very pretty.

"He's out in his little man cave thingy" the lady laughed, "I swear he spends more time out there than he does in here!".

I followed her through the house and out into their large garden, she pointed toward a cabin at the end and I crossed the grass and knocked on it. A moment later, Parker stood before me and threw his head to the side, allowing me in.

"Sick, isn't it?" He grinned, as we stood side by side in an admittedly cool room, full to the brim with trophies, ribbons, photographs of Parker winning various awards, holding large fish, and standing with a man I could only assume was his father.

A pool table sat in the middle, two fine sofas lay either side. A desk hugged the corner, a large television, a tropical fish tank, all manner of posters and framed photos, the place was certainly impressive.

"Me and my dad built it" he told me, and sunk into one of the sofas.

"So I was thinking" he continued, biting his thumb nail as he glared at me, "if you just write it for me, I can copy it in my own writing, and that should work".

"Think again" I scoffed, "I said I'd help you, not do it for you".

Parker scowled and rolled his eyes.

"Fine" he growled, and for the next forty minutes, I had the unpleasing task of trying to teach the muscular dimwit the very basics of the English language.

"It's not there" I sighed for the fifth time, "it's they're, as in they are".

Parker stared at me with a look of profound confusion, even though we'd had this exact conversation less than five minutes prior, and seemed to give up.

"Fuck it" he spat, "that should be enough anyway".

I shrugged. It was his ass on the line after all, and so I stood up and turned toward the door.

"Wanna have a quick game?" I heard him ask from the sofa, and turned to find him switching on the Playstation.

"I'm good" I told him, but he continued to press.

"Come on, bro" he said, "I feel bad for being an ass to you. Just one game".

It was my turn to roll my eyes, but I took a breath and returned to the sofa, sitting down beside him as he handed me a controller and we began to play.

"Damn, you're not bad" he smirked after a few minutes, "I thought you'd suck!"

I'd be lying if I said that I didn't get into it after the third game, but I knew it was fast approaching dinner time, and I was eager to get going.

As the final game drew to a close, something happened that caused my eyes to bulge. Parker's hand fell to my thigh, and he left it there and waited.

"Are you good?" I asked, wondering if he'd gotten my leg confused with his own.

Parker didn't reply, and I continued to watch as he very slowly slid his hand further up my leg until it rested over my crotch.

"Dude" I gasped quietly, "w... What are you doing?"

I heard an audible gulp from the handsome young stud, before he replied.

"Thanking you" he told me, and his hand squeezed until I felt his grasp against my cock.

I became frozen to the seat, my eyes glued to his tanned hand as his fingers began to pull at my zipper.

"I... I don't know..." I mouthed, "you... Your girlfriend".

"Relax" he whispered, and I felt his other hand clasp warmly around my neck. "I've wanted to do this for a long time".

Parker pulled me closer as his hand slid into my jeans and searched for my meat, and suddenly my mouth was engulfed by his, and his powerful tongue pushed against mine.

I couldn't believe it. After everything, Parker fucking Manning, was into me. I let him continue to explore my mouth, and only gasped when his fingers closed around my semi-erect cock through my boxers.

He sat back, peeled his t-shirt over his spectacular body, and stripped me of my own before diving on me again. He was like an animal, holding me down under his own body weight as he lay on top and returned his tongue to my mouth.

I felt my pants inch down my waist, and wrapped my arms around his strong back, feeling the warmth of his perfect skin against my fingertips.

Parker was breathing heavily into my mouth as we kissed roughly, and then my cock sprung out and smacked against my groin. He squeezed it and stroked it before dragging his own pants down to his knees, and suddenly my fingers were pressing against his firm bubble butt.

"I'm gonna fuck you" he said breathlessly into my ear, kissing and biting the lobe as I moaned in response.

Parker grabbed my cock again, which was now spilling juice into my bellybutton, and held it against his own one. He was larger than me by a few inches at least, and was cut, so his peach sized glans were already exposed.

I shivered as he stroked both of our cocks with one motion, and continued doing so as he plunged a single finger between my ass cheeks, and pushed it against my hole.

His tongue was now sliding across my nipple, making me whimper as he dug his index finger inside me and made me gurgle with pleasure as he did.

"I'll still beat your ass if you tell anyone about this" he whispered, though there was a sly grin on his face as he sat back on his heels and lifted my legs above my head.

I simply lay there, amazed and breathless as he pulled my trousers and boxers completely off me, and took my underwear in his hand, holding it against his nose and mouth and inhaling my scent deeply.

A bead of pre-cum oozed from his cumslit and trailed enticingly down his huge shaft. His cock must have been eight or nine inches long, and thick, too, and I almost came at the idea of being impaled on it.

Parker continued huffing my boxers as he lined his prick up against my virginal ring. He looked me dead in the eye as he dropped them and grabbed my hips.

"No homo" he smirked, and spat a thick glob of spit onto his pole before thrusting it inside me.

I winced, and whimpered as my sphincter squeezed his cock head. The pain made me squirm, but his strong hands held me in place as he continued to stare into my soul.

"I know you want this too" he growled, and leaned forward, his cock halfway embedded into my rectum, and kissed me again.

Like everybody who knew him, of course I wanted it, but I never in my wildest dreams, expected to get it.

Parker drove deeper into me, causing me to moan into his mouth as he plunged his tongue inside again. I felt him prod my prostate with his perfectly curved rod, and could only mewl and drool as he fucked me.

His hips lashed me with perfect rhythm, sliding in and out of my inexperienced hole with apparent ease as my ring loosened to accommodate him. I was clawing at his back now, causing red lines to appear in his tanned flesh as he ploughed me.

My mind had long gone blank, and all I could think about was the intense pleasure that was soaring through every individual fibre of my sweating body.

His heavy balls smacked against my smooth skin, echoing around his man cave as he grunted and gasped, and I moaned and whimpered.

It must have lasted at least twenty minutes, after which time I was almost crying with desperate arousal. Each stroke sent a rush of extreme pleasure through my cock, and made me melt into him, until finally I felt it explode and ropes of thick, wet cum began to spray between us.

I watched with teary eyes as my sperm dripped from his muscular pecs, onto my lean torso, and then it happened.

Parker squeezed my shoulders, shoving my body down onto his huge cock and growled from his throat as he shot his massive load deep into my insides. I felt it as it splashed the walls of my used rectum, pouring into me like a hose, and drowning my hole in seed.

He continued to fuck me until his cock became limp inside me, and drooled the last of his nut out of his weeping cumslit.

When he pulled it out, my hole squelched and remained open from the assault. I lay there breathless as he sat back. I was covered in cum, inside and out, and the orgasm continued to pulse through me as my flaccid cock twitched in it's own mess.

Parker leaned his head back, closing his eyes as he tried to regain his breath, and pulled my legs apart to reveal my gaping slit.

"Damn" he nodded breathlessly, "I made a right mess of your ass, bro" he laughed.

I laughed too, though I barely had the energy to do so.

"Well" he finally shrugged, "I guess you better get home, and remember what I said".

"I won't tell anyone" I nodded, dressing again as a trail of warm cum began to drip down the back of my leg.

"Good" he said, leaving his t-shirt off and walking me to his door, "maybe I'll need more help sometime" he winked, and swatted me on the ass as the door to his man cave closed behind me.