Jock Pussy Roommate Ch. 04

I was glad that things with me and Justin had returned to normal. Well, not quite normal. Now that I knew how good his ass felt, I started popping boners whenever I was around him. He could be bent over taking out the trash, his gym shorts clinging to the insane curves of his globe-like ass, and I'd get this urge to get right behind him, tear those shorts down, and take his ass like an animal.

So yeah, not normal after all.

Justin wasn't avoiding me, but it still felt like whatever we had going on didn't affect him much. He was always a pretty chill guy, things didn't really get to him, but I thought now that we'd fucked, well... let's just say I wanted to turn our apartment into a 24/7 sex dungeon.

It had been a week since we fucked. I was going stir crazy. A part of me wondered if Justin was wearing those stretchy shorts that clung to his ass just to tease me. Those things made all the blood in my body gather in one place.

(My dick.)

Now, I wasn't going to jump his bones, or hump him like a dog. But fucking dammit, I wanted to. I wanted Justin's pussy all the time now. I was getting obsessed with his ass, I couldn't stop staring at it, just him walking around in the apartment made it jiggle a little bit. I saw him jogging early in the morning and the way it bounced as he ran... I had to immediately turn around and rub one out in the bathroom so I could continue with my day.

So yeah, I had it bad for Justin's ass.

I just needed to get him alone again. A night in, some beers, and I knew I'd be buried deep in his hole. That's why when I was done with my classes on Friday around noon, I saw him walking on campus with a bunch of his friends and decided to make my move.

"Justin!" I called out as I jogged up to him. Justin and his friends all turned to look at me, and I recognized those guys. Justin had some other gay friends that he met at some college gay mixer thing. I had this little pang in my head that maybe he'd fucked some of them, but none of them were big guys like me, and I was confident I was Justin's type.

Still, these guys always tried to flirt with me, and it was pretty flattering to be honest. Not that I'd ever get with a gay guy. I'm straight, after all.

"What's up Monty?" Justin said easily.

"Hey man... uh...." I stammered.

What the hell? Why was I getting nervous? This was Justin, my best bro. And I never got nervous asking a chick to hang.

"You wanna chill tonight? Watch some movies, get high...?" I trailed off. My palms felt sweaty, and I wiped them on the front of my jeans. I had never had this reaction before, and I'd asked Justin to hang out plenty of times before. We were best bros after all.

"Well..." Justin started.

"Ac-tu-a-lly," one of his friends cut in. I think his name was Grant? He was slender but pretty normal looking. Some of Justin's friends were kinda girly, and I wasn't into that. Wait, I mean, I'm not into guys...

"We're going to Finnegan's tonight. Blow off some steam, maybe catch a dick or two," Grant said then winked at me. "Know where I can get one?"

"Finnegan's?" I asked, not knowing how to respond to Grant's flirting.

Justin let out an exasperated sigh. "It's the gay club, Monty. Sorry I can't hang out."

"What if I go with you?" I blurted out. I think I was just as shocked as everyone else when I said that.

"What? Why would you wanna go?" Justin asked suspiciously.

"I don't know man, is it weird that I wanna hang with my best bro? You know I'm down with the gays."

Grant sidled up to me, brushing his fingers on my hairy forearm. "Oh really? How down are you Monty? Maybe down low?"

"Huh?"

"You know Monty," Grant continued, "I'm a Chem major, so if you ever want to do some... experiments, I'd be happy to help."

Why the hell would I need to do Chem experiments? I'm a Poli Sci major.

I had no idea what he meant, but Justin cut him off. "Knock it off, Grant," he said sternly, and Grant backed away a little bit.

He turned to me. "Monty, I'm gonna be with the guys tonight. How about tomorrow?"

"Okay... that's chill. Yeah," I said. But something felt off. Why didn't Justin wanna hang with me? Why was he going to a gay club anyways? What did Grant say? 'Catch a dick or two'?

Was Justin going to find a guy to hook up with? When I was right here? That made my blood fucking boil.

I wasn't going to let him brush me off like that.

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"Fuck! That practice was brutal!" My teammates made a chorus of moans. Even though it was the off-season, Coach still had us do drills to keep us in shape. Normally I didn't mind, but having practice the same season as Justin meant I got to spend less time with him.

I had to take what I could get. So if Justin was going to a gay club, I could too. Nothing wrong with that. And then if Justin wasn't able to find a guy to ride, we could go home together and blow off steam. Perfect plan.

Now I couldn't just show up. That would give creepy stalker vibes. I had to have a reason to go besides wanting to be with Justin. When my teammate Travis Lee, our wide receiver, moved to his locker next to mine, I had the perfect idea.

Trav was our wide receiver, and one of the fastest guys I've ever seen. He was a built but lean Asian guy. Dude's a fucking riot, always cracking jokes in the locker room and raising team spirit. We hung out a few times at team bonding nights out. He was also gay, though I'd never seen him with a guy, he did come out to the team on our first day.

"Hey Trav, what's up?"

He glanced my way. "Not much, my man. Feel like I need an ice bath after this. I normally like sprints but Coach is riding my ass hard. If he keeps this up, I'm not sure if I'll make it," he said, raising his hand up and tilting his head back in a dramatic way.

Speaking of asses, Trav had a big one. Even bigger than Justin's (though I'm sure Just would kill me if he heard me say that, dude can be weirdly competitive about the size of his ass). Maybe it was all that running? Seriously, I heard the dude needed custom fitted uniform pants, that's how big his cheeks were. They weren't as bouncy and jiggly as Justin's, but dude had a dumper. Probably had no trouble getting dick, seeing as how gay guys are into ass.

"Yeah I hear you. Been wanting to blow off some steam. Hey, you ever hear of Finnegan's?"

Travis paused and peered over at me. "The gay club? Yeah, I've been a few times. Why?"

"My roommate, Justin, said it's a pretty cool place. I wanna check it out. Wanna come with?"

Travis looked around. Most of the other guys in the locker room had left, there were just a few stragglers besides us.

Trav suddenly got serious, which was weird for him. "Cut the shit man, why do you really wanna go?"'

I debated how much I should tell him. I mean, I don't know if Justin wanted it to get out that we'd fucked. And I wasn't sure about telling someone I'd fucked a guy. Then again, Trav wouldn't tell anyone else and he was a gay guy, so maybe I could trust him?

"I don't know man, seems fun." I shrugged.

"Suuuuuure, Monty. You just so happen to want to go to the HOTTEST GAY CLUB in town! Are you inviting your friends Sean Cody and Corbin Fisher?" Travis joked.

"I don't know those guys. Are they on another team?" I said, dumbfounded.

"Nevermind," Travis rolled his eyes and laughed. Travis narrowed his eyes at me, then leaned in and whispered. "Seriously? Are you... looking to experiment?"

Little did Travis know that I had already done three experiments, and the results were conclusive: I liked Justin's hand, mouth, and hole.

"Justin's gonna be there," was all I could say. Travis stared at me for a bit, his eyes widening for a split second.

"Okay... this is gonna be hilarious. I want a front row seat for this."

"Fuck yes! I owe you, man. Gonna be lit."

--

That night, Justin left with his friends and 10 minutes later Travis was at my door. Dude had a car, so he was picking me up to go to Finnegan's.

I was still getting dressed when he showed up. I let him in, but I was only in my boxer shorts. We'd changed in front of each other in the locker room, so even though Travis was gay I wasn't bothered at all.

Trav was in a black tank top and a pair of navy shorts. His tan skin on display, and the tanktop hugged his tight physique too. Dude looked good.

"I don't know what to wear, man. I don't wanna be out of place."

"Why not? Do you wanna blend in? If you do, guys are gonna hit on you. Hell, they'll probably hit on you no matter what you wear."

My chest puffed up a bit at the compliment. But I didn't want to impress other guys.

"I just thought, if we run into Justin, I don't want him to be embarrassed by his straight roommate."

Trav looked at me funny. "Right... straight..."

He clapped his hands together. "All right, I'm not a fashion guy, but just wear something that shows off your arms, wear a tighter pair of pants, you want to show off what you're working with. Pretty sure dudes are gonna be drooling over you like a starving dog over a kielbasa. An extra large one."

I looked down at my boxer-clad crotch. Even when I was completely soft I'd have a bulge going on. Travis was right. I mean, Justin liked my dick, so I should show it off a bit.

When I was ready to go, Travis drove us to the club. There wasn't a long line, so we were in soon enough, but I hadn't spotted Justin yet.

As soon as we were inside I looked around. I was taller than most guys, so I got a pretty good look around the club, but couldn't see Justin yet.

"You wanna grab a drink at the bar?" Trav yelled into my ear.

I did another pass over. Still no Justin. "All right, sure!"

I joined Trav at the bar, and we ordered our beers. I couldn't stop looking around like a fucking meerkat. Where the hell was Justin? He left before me, he should be here.

"What are you looking around for?" Trav asked.

"Trying to find Justin!" I replied.

Trav gave me another funny look. 

This place was a decent size, lots of bodies on the dance floor, so maybe Justin was dancing already. Maybe he was dancing with some guy. The lights were kinda dim, so it was hard to see.

"Come on, bro. Cut the shit. You crushing on Justin or what?" Travis pressed me.

"WHAT!? Dude, no! I'm straight!" I shot back.

"We've been teammates for a long time, Monty. You know I'd die for you, bro. That's why I'm here, to help you out," Travis put a supportive hand on my shoulder. "But don't bullshit a bullshitter. I've seen you checking out my ass in the locker rooms before."

"Justin is my best bro! And of course I've looked at your ass before, kinda hard not to when it takes up so much space!" I protested.

"Hey, I know I got a 16-wheeler dump truck, but don't avoid the question!" Travis laughed.

I wasn't avoiding the question. I just was too focused on finding Justin.

Where the fuck is he?!?

I was about to push my way into the crowd to try and find him when I felt somebody grab my arm. I turned quickly and saw Grace.

"Monty? What are you doing here?" she asked.

"What are you doing here, Grace? This is a gay club!"

She gave me another funny look. Like the same one Travis gave me.

"Yeah, Monty, it's a gay club. I'm with some of my friends. So why are you here?" she said, a hint of accusation in her voice. Man, what was her deal?

"I'm here with my teammate! This is Travis," I said, gesturing to Trav, who looked like he was sitting in the front row seat, grinning like he couldn't hold in his laughter.

Grace immediately batted her eyes at Travis, who immediately looked like he wanted to run. Poor guy, I knew how much of a shark Grace could be.

"Sorry, girl, wrong team!" I laughed, trying to redirect her away from my bro.

Grace glared at me. "What about you Monty? You're teammates, aren't you?"

What the hell was her problem?

I was about to reply when I saw him. It was like somebody shone a spotlight on him, I could pick him out perfectly in the crowd. His golden curls shone as he danced.

"Monty!" I heard Grace yell, but I found myself walking automatically into the crowd, making my way towards Justin.

As I got closer, I saw that he changed his clothes. Instead of the shirt he was wearing before, he was in a lime green crop top that showed off his perfectly cut abs. And his shorts were way smaller than what he had on before, they barely stopped just under the bottom of his ass cheeks. Holy fuck, is that how Justin dresses when he goes out?

I was about to call out to him when I saw that he was dancing with someone. I recognized that guy right away. That fucking Mario the plumber guy from last week. What the fuck was he doing here?

I was behind Justin, so he didn't notice me, but as soon as Mario and I made eye contact, his face paled. Justin stopped dancing for a second and looked over his shoulder. I was expecting  his face to light up, I mean, I was his best bro! But instead he looked confused, then annoyed.

"What the fuck, Monty? What are you doing here?"

"I came with my teammate, Travis!"

"Travis Lee?"

"Yeah, how'd you know?"

"Most of the gay athletes know each other."

"Yeah, he said he wanted to check it out, but didn't want to go alone!"

Justin rolled his eyes. He clearly saw through my obvious lie. He turned back around only to see that Mario had run off. Aw, did I scare the creep? Good riddance.

Justin sighed. "Alright, Monty, I'm here to dance and have fun. So if you're just gonna cockblock me, AGAIN, all night, then fuck off!"

I could tell Justin's annoyance was rising. I did feel bad, honestly. I thought it would be fun if we hung out at the club, I didn't want to ruin Justin's night. So, if he wanted to dance, we could dance.

Now, I was a big oaf. And I wasn't the most graceful guy. But I made up for that with swagger and confidence. I didn't really care how I looked, because let's be honest, I could tell almost everyone in the club was eye fucking me already, and I caught plenty of guys staring at my bulge. Which seemed to have gotten a little bigger once I spotted Justin.

Just and I danced, and I couldn't take my eyes off him. The way he moved his hips, he wasn't quite twerking, but each movement showed off his ass and the way it bounced as it gyrated. Holy fuck, my bulge was definitely getting bigger.

We were getting lost in the music, and I think Justin was forgetting I was here, because as we danced we got closer together. I didn't want him to fall or anything, so I put my hand on his waist and pulled him in slightly closer. The way he moved his hips, how I could feel his fluid body through the palm on my hand, was incredible. Justin was so fucking sexy.

There was no denying the bulge I had now. I was as hard as I could be in these jeans, and Justin definitely noticed when it poked him. Instead of backing off, he leaned into it more, and the sweet friction of my jean bulge against his skin was driving me crazy.

Justin looked up at me and smirked. Such a sexy fucking smirk... fuck I wanted to bring him to his knees and shove my cock in between those pouty lips. My grip tightened on his hips, feeling every gyration of his body. I was painfully hard - the friction from my too-tight jeans against my erection was excruciating. Maybe I could take him to the bathroom, shove my cock down his throat. Bet he'd love that, my cock between his lips, he'd be deepthroating my cock, guzzling down my cum like the good little cockslut he is.

Justin noticed it right away, and while looking up at me he stroked my bulge with his fingers, up the entire length. Holy fuck, I was about to bust right in my jeans. I must have been panting hard like a dog. I saw Justin mouth the words 'so fucking big', and I grabbed him so hard I felt like I could break him.

Instead, Justin wiggled his body around so his back was towards me, and I could see his ass in all its glory. Those shorts were so tiny they were painted on, his globes encased in the thinnest material possible. They were semi-sheer, and I could see he had on a jock underneath, framing the round cheeks perfectly. Oh fuck, it'd be so easy to get into that pussy, nothing in the way.

I moaned out loud when Justin brought his ass back and pushed it into my crotch. My cock slid right between his cheeks, and his slightly wider stance made them part a little bit. I was going crazy - luckily the music was loud, so nobody noticed my grunts and groans as I held Justin's hips and he ground his bubble butt into my tent.

"FUCK! Justin!!" I grunted as he looked over his shoulder at me.

Then Justin did this thing that nearly made me cream my pats. Dude leaned forward a little bit and did a popping motion with his hips. Soccer must make him pretty flexible. To my shock, Justin's cakes jiggled, bounced, and fucking clapped as he ground his fat bubble butt into my crotch.

We danced like that, or really it was more like full on dry-humping. Pretty sure if my cock was out it would be buried in Justin's pussy already, his bubble butt bouncing and clapping as I pounded him right in the middle of the dance floor, for everyone to see. Fuck, who knew my best bro was such a FREAK!!

The fucking jerk looked over at me again with a sultry look, grinning at me flirtatiously. Dude was putting on the charm. It was weird to be on the receiving end of it, to experience my best bro's impressive seduction techniques. It was completely unnecessary, cuz I'm sure his giant cakes was enough to make any guy hard for him.

"Justin!!" I moaned again, almost as a warning cuz I was dangerously close to shooting my wad and making a sticky mess between our clothes. Justin must have known what was up, but to my surprise he reached back and gripped my hips, pulling me close to him.

I'm a big guy, and I could easily pull away from him, but I didn't want to. The caveman part of my brain wanted to fucking bust and I couldn't stop myself. I met Justin's backward's thrusts and if it weren't for our clothes I would be screwing his tight hole right in the middle of the dance floor.

Then Justin released his grip on me. I whined like a fucking puppy, and my tent was fucking obscene, my big dick's underside pressed painfully against my zipper, it was so long that the first couple of inches were outside of my waistband, almost reaching my belly button. I glanced around and there were at least a dozen guys staring at my crotch, obvious hunger in their eyes. And a few were staring daggers at Justin, their jealousy clear. I might have to watch his back.

The ego boost was a turn on. Knowing all these gay guys wanted to ride my horsecock. I reached for Justin, wanting to cover up so I wasn't so exposed (by nestling my cock in between the canyon between his dummy thick cakes).

Before I could, Justin looped his fingers into his waistband and in one smooth motion, pulled his (slightly damp?) shorts over his round bubble, settling right below his ass cheeks. Each one was easily the size of a soccer ball, and now that they weren't restricted by his shorts, they bounced and clapped even more. His perfect ass was framed only by a jockstrap, which meant there was no material covering his ass... or his hole.

He tossed me another sexy smirk, knowing he was teasing me, and I must have looked like a crazy person, animalistic. I didn't see Justin, my best bro, in front of me. I saw a sexy little gay dude with the fattest ass I've ever seen, and I needed to fuck the life out of him, draining my balls up his tight little hole.

Grabbing Justin's hips again, I thrust into his bare cheeks with all my might, enough force to knock the wind out of him. For once, Justin didn't push back on me, he just let me take control and pound his fat ass on the dancefloor. We were giving the people a real show, but I didn't fucking care.

There was barely any skin-to-skin contact, and my dick chafed a little inside my pants. I'm pretty sure unzipping and actually letting my cock out, literally fucking Justin on the dance floor, would get us banned. Or maybe gay dudes were freaks and wouldn't bat an eye.