Here's a true QUICKIE with only five pages of pure yummy. Just a little fantasy that almost everyone has had at one time or another. I will post more dark and twisty QUICKIES later this week after Dan and Rowe. Look forward to more FANGSPACE tomorrow but until then, I hope you enjoy today's story.
XOXO NIGHTTEMPEST
BATTER UP
Matt put his gym shirt in his locker and looked from side to
side making sure everyone was gone to lunch.
He hated it when they caught him with his pants down and proceeded to
torture his skinny frame until he gave up and just cried so they would get the
hell away from him—not that it hurt, it was just humiliating. It had been a few weeks since Mason and his
crew had given him one of their signature torture sessions and Matt was
beginning to feel another one coming on any day now. So he breathed a sigh of relief when he found
himself truly alone.
He laughed to himself quietly and shrugged off his
paranoia. It was the last day of his
senior year at this pathetic excuse for an educational institution and really?
What would a couple of jocks rather do on their last day? Go hit up their bimbos and get a little at lunch
or torture the gay kid that wasn’t a blip on their radar other than when he
walked by. Dumb asses, Matt smiled and pulled his green gym shorts down his
hips and over his ass—letting them slide to the floor before he stepped out of
them.
“And what do we have here?”
Mason Hilliard drawled from out of nowhere. Matt stiffened and his hands immediately
covered his groin. Fate had terrible timing, it really did,
the scrawny senior concluded. Taking a
step towards Coach Grady’s office, Matt realized that his teacher had already
left for lunch and inadvertently had left him helpless. “Going somewhere Jones?”
With a flip of his light brown hair, Matt looked over his
shoulder at Mason. Bare shoulders the size of baseballs rotated slightly as the
captain of the baseball team lifted his sleeveless shirt off his chest and over
his head. Shaking out his dark shaggy
hair, Mason eyed his naked prey from head to toe—admiring the soft line of Matt’s
body. He’d been wanting Jones alone all year—finally
deciding this was the year-- but this had been the first time that his crew had
left him alone. Those dicks had already
ditched for the day and were hitting up the beach with some chicks from Hillsborough
High. Fuck the beach, he wanted the ass
in front of him and he knew Matt would give in…eventually.
Matt cupped his goodies and sighed with a small shiver. “Just do it and get it over with Mason.”
“Nah, I think I’ll make this nice and slow,” the jock
replied right behind Matt. The smaller
boy gasped and turned around, accidentally letting his hands go to shield his
face. “Ah yeah, there we go.” The
brunette pushed a hand against Matt’s chest and slammed him back into the
lockers, his other hand going to the skinny boy’s exposed cock.
“Oh!” Matt cried softly.
“Come on Mason! Just please hit
me or something, please don’t do that,” he begged. The dumb jock had never touched him there,
none of them had and he thanked God that they weren’t into that kind of
torture. But this didn’t feel like
torture yet. Was Mason stroking
him? Ah yeah, he was. A hand pushed his hair out of his blue eyes
and Matt looked into Mason’s dark gaze. “Why
are you doing this? Please just stop.”
“Turn around Jones.” Matt shook his head quickly and Mason
squeezed his cock. “Turn. Around. Now.”
Slowly and with Mason’s warm hands spinning over his body,
Matt turned to face the lockers, his own hands finding the cold metal
grating. Looking down, he saw that large
hand snake around his now traitorously hard cock again. Matt panted and moaned as he heard something
light fall to the floor and then Mason’s naked front press to his back. He couldn’t help it, he’d never been so
turned on but he couldn’t figure out why.
He’d hated Mason for the past four years and vice versa…or so he
thought. And yet, as the jock’s hot
musky scented body pressed into his smaller one, he shivered with the need for
more. He felt the head of Mason’s cock
press into the small of his back and Matt unconsciously leaned forward.
“That’s right Jones.
Push that ass out for me.” Matt was so hot he thought he would catch
fire and found himself thrusting along with Mason’s tight fist on his
dick. So good, this was just the
ultimate fantasy. That’s where this was
coming from. Scrawny nobody gets fucked
by the hottest jock in school. Who the
hell could say no?
Matt surely didn’t and pushed his ass into Mason when the
jock bent down and licked up the smaller boy’s spine, ending with his teeth
nibbling at the back of Matt’s neck. “Oh
fuck,” Matt cried and Mason bit down harder before licking the pain away.
“Keep it down Jones.
We get caught and I’ll just find you later. I’ll fuck that mouth til you can’t talk for a
week. Now shut up and spread your legs.” Matt complied and nodded against the
grating.
Crouching behind his new fuck toy, Mason spread Matt’s
sweaty ass and licked his lips. He inhaled—memorizing the smell of the pretty
boy above him—before he brought his tongue to the twitching pink hole between
Jones’s tan little cheeks. Matt’s eyes
went wide and he stuffed his knuckles in his mouth to keep from screaming. Sure he’d fucked around with some of the
other boys at school but he’d never had anyone’s mouth on his ass before and
holy mother was it exquisite. Warm, wet,
combined with the soft foreign texture of Mason’s tongue against his bundles of
nerves was more than he could handle.
His hand went around his dick in Mason’s absence and he slowly stroked
himself to the jock’s tongue.
Mason had never done this before. In fact, he’d never been
with a guy before. But sure as shit he wasn’t going to tell Jones that. He wasn’t sure why he’d always fantasized
about the scrawny almost blonde for four years now but he couldn’t leave high
school without knowing what it was like. His hand had done enough work throughout
the years and it was time that Matt Jones gave it up for real. Mason couldn’t go one more day looking at
those pretty blue eyes with their long feminine lashes or that tight ass as it
swished by in the hall. Now he felt like
he’d somehow claimed Jones as his and his cock was hard as stone between his
legs just thinking about it.
He saw Matt stroking himself and Mason took the hint,
grabbing his own dick—touching himself. Oh if someone walked in here he was so
fucked, Mason thought for a second and backed his face away. Whimpering above, Matt wiggled his ass and
leaned his forehead against his locker tag.
Mason didn’t argue with his higher thinking for long and quickly glanced
around before wetting his finger in his mouth and shoving his digit into Matt
palm up.
“Oh God! Mason that fucking hurts you asshole!” Matt scowled
and threaded his fingers into the locking grating for support. His ass was on fire. Didn’t this brute know to go slow? Tears
pricked his eyes but he bent over further to relax a little. “Slower, Mason. Please…”
“Sorry,” the jock muttered and turned his shocked face to
the side. Boy was he nervous now. Matt couldn’t know he had no idea what he was
doing. So slow it was and was it two
fingers or three? Shit he should have
read some more online. Gah! What was he
even talking about? He was Mason
Hilliard and he didn’t have to make this feel good, this little shit had teased
him all four years of high school and he deserved to get fucked hard. But then
Mase caught the tears Matt tried to hide and something human flickered inside
of him. Yeah, that was rape Mason, that’s
a no go you dick.
“Better?” He grunted.
Matt was getting used to it now and nodded, wiping his pansy tears on
his forearm and pushing back against the finger now. “More?”
Matt nodded again and swallowed.
It was starting to feel good. He
could take another. God, he couldn’t
believe he was doing this. And with Mason Hilliard!
That’s how he’d do this, Mason grinned. Just ask you dummy, Matt would never know. After about ten minutes and three fingers
later, Mason was just staring at his fingers pushing in and pulling out of Matt
like an idiot. His own dick was
basically crying with pre-cum and Matt had both hands against the lockers with
his eyes closed—fucking Mason’s hand like he really liked it. Of
course he liked it, Mason rolled his eyes, he’s gay. But aren’t you kind of
gay with your fingers up his ass Mason?
Ah shit.
“Fuck this shit,” Mason stood and pulled his fingers out
slowly. “Get over here and straddle the
bench. Put your hands on it and I want your ass in the air.”
In a daze, Matt pushed off the lockers and wiped the hair
out of his eyes. His stare locked onto
Mason’s naked body for the first time and the pulsing cock that waited for him.
Mason narrowed his eyes in warning and pointed to the long metal bench between
the lockers. Matt nodded shyly and took
a few steps—lifting his leg and planting his sneakered foot on the other side
of the bench. Slowly he bent at the
waist and looked over his shoulder.
Mason’s jaw almost dropped at the picture of fuck me before him. Those slender yet strong legs stretched to
their full extent and Matt’s sneakered feet were planted wide. His sweet ass in the air with a heavy layer
of sweat that rolled down the slope of his back to his neck and those blue eyes
darkened with lust behind Matt’s light hair; his hard cock hanging in between
his legs, completely on display.
Mason bent and dug into his shorts pocket and grabbed his
cell phone. “Hey what are you doing?”
Matt freaked and started to stand but Mason gave him one look and the skinnier
boy gulped and put his hands back on the bench.
“Look at me Jones,” Mason whispered and Matt looked over his
shoulder, hearing an immediate click from the jock’s phone. “Perfect.”
Putting the phone away, Mason straddled the bench behind his boy and
rubbed his leaking cock up and down the guy’s slick crack. “You ready for this Jones?”
“Yeah,” Matt moaned.
And with that Mason plunged into his boy while covering Matt’s scream
with his hand. There was no sweet and
gentle as Mason’s cock was surrounded by the warmest, tightest thing he’d ever
known. No, he pushed his fingers into
Matt’s mouth and fucked his boy like he’d been dreaming of for four years
straight. Their skin slapped together and Matt felt like his world was
spinning. Yeah it had hurt at first
because come on! The guy was hung and
hard as rock. But who was he kidding, he’d
wanted it hard from the big ass jock and now everything had become clear.
The more he thought about it, the more he realized he’d
never walked away from Mason’s ‘sessions’ of slaps and taunting with a bruise
or a bump and actually…Mason had never touched him. It was always the others and it was always
over with before he knew it. That didn’t
make it any better but for some reason the fact that Mason had never touched
him fueled his libido. Matt began to
meet Mason thrust for thrust and his fingers curled around the edges of the
bench.
The hulking athlete grabbed onto Matt’s hips and leaned over
his back to sheath himself further inside.
It was so hot in there, so just…everything and Mason knew no girl would
ever feel like this. No chick was ever
gonna do it for him like Matt Jones did it for him. Four fucking years and this was it.
Everything he had wanted and more. So
hard and deep, the two of them all alone—Mason couldn’t get enough. He thrust again and heard the Locker room
door open on the far end. A few voices
laughed and carried on a conversation two rows over and Mason clamped his hand
tightly over Matt’s mouth and slowed down his pace. He took Matt deeper with slow hard strokes
now. The guy practically vibrated with
pleasure underneath him. Ah fuck he was
gorgeous with all that hair sweaty and hung over his eyes.
Matt squeezed the bench with both hands and bounced silently
against the jock in his ass. Oh God, Oh God, he cried in his head. So full and hard and they were about to get
caught. Ah fuck, he was gonna cum. Yeah, he couldn’t hold it in anymore. With
one hand still on the bench, he covered the fingers in his mouth with his own
hand and came so hard he thought he was going to go blind. Mason bit down on his shoulder to hide his
own moan but continued to go at it inside Matt.
He couldn’t stop.
“Yeah man, I can’t believe that shit either. Hilliard turning down guaranteed pussy like
that? Nah bro, he must have someone of the side. Someone hot, you feel me?” Eddie Moyer’s
voice traveled to the panting couple still going at it two rows away.
“Yeah,” another voice agreed and there was a high five. “Real fucking hot if he’s passin up on some
Hillborough ass. Speaking of, let’s get
the hell out of here and get down to the beach.
I don’t need to learn anything else.” The both laughed and a few lockers
slammed shut.
“How the hell you got into state is beyond me man,” Eddie
shot back and their voices grew fainter as they left the locker room.
A deep kiss was pressed to Matt’s shoulder and he
shuddered. “I’d pass up Hilborough every
fucking day for the rest of my life for a piece of this; because no chick will
ever be hotter than you.” The whisper ran all the way down Matt’s spine as
Mason came inside of him with a loud moan.
Matt went to grab Mason’s hand but instead he grabbed something soft
like fabric and when he looked up the locker room grew dark and the bench and all
the lockers disappeared.
“Mason?” Matt gasped and then woke up. His body was covered in sweat as he sat
straight up in his bed with two fistfuls of sheets and a very erect cock
between his legs. Disoriented, Matt
looked around the room and took in his Michigan State poster on the wall, the
soft glow of his screensaver on his computer, and the bluish moonlight flowing
in from the half open shades. He was
home, in his own room and Mason…wasn’t here.
“Damn,” he murmured and flopped back onto the pillow with a
groan. Stretching his neck, he eyed the
staff below that would not be ignored and rolled his eyes. “Fine,” he huffed in the dark and grabbed his
erection, rubbing the sensitive head for a minute before traveling down with a
slow and easy pace. He was just getting
really into it when his phone vibrated on the night stand. Matt turned with a frown and glanced at the
clock. Who the hell was calling him at
three in the morning? Upon grabbing his
phone though, a smile spread over his lips and he slid the screen to look at
the message. Tomorrow can’t come fast enough.
Batter up hot stuff. XO JPG On
his knees and wearing the bottoms to his baseball uniform was Mason—the pants
pulled below his balls to expose his stiff rod and a red cap pulled over his
dark hair.
Matt bit his lip and blushed looking at one of Mason’s hands
on his chest while the other held the phone out to take the picture. Yeah fuck baseball camp, Mason was never
leaving him again. With a smile, Matt
got to his knees and shucked off the sheets, exposing his body for his
phone. With a look that screamed sex,
the skinny boy sent a picture to his boyfriend.
Mason’s phone went off under his pillow and he rolled over
to check it quickly. He’d been waiting
for a couple of minutes for a reply but wasn’t sure if he’d get one at this
time of night. Touching his message box,
he had to bite his fist not to groan—so he didn’t wake up his bunk mate-- at
the picture on the screen. Matt’s hair
had fallen over his eyes in sexy bed headed little pieces with his head tilted
back, his back was arched and ass pushed out with a very slick cock between his
legs. Ah fuck he wanted to go home
now. Suddenly he hated baseball. And when he read the message he knew he was
out of here first thing in the morning. Can’t wait. Guaranteed Homerun. Xoxo Jones
THE END
