7. Jack

Coach hasn"t talked to me much since I caught him watching me in the shower. No matter how many times I"ve stayed late, purposefully and obviously leaving the door open, he hasn"t been back. I"m not even sure why I'm doing it. Is it to taunt him or invite him in?

I…liked knowing he was watching me. It excited me in a way I"ve never felt before. It was even better than publicly shooting my load all over Millie"s face to spite her asshole father. It was heady, and the moment he backed away, wide eyed and terrified of what he"d been caught doing, I"d had to lean back against the tile and catch my breath before I got dizzy.

I wanted to watch him come with me, but he hadn"t. I"d waited, trying to extend every moment of my orgasm, but then I realized he was holding himself back. Then, for no other reason than I"m a sick asshole, I made sure he knew that I"d seen what he was doing. Now that I've realized I want him to come back and do it again, I regret my impulsivity.

We"re a month into summer training, marking the halfway point. As hard as training has been, as pissed off as I"ve been about Nicks trying to control every aspect of my life, I"m actually starting to enjoy it. It"s almost freeing, not having to make these decisions for myself. For the past week since the shower incident, I"ve been sticking to the routine he prescribed. Not that he seems to have noticed, he"s turned his targeted focus from me to the rest of the first-string offensive line.

He"s determined to make us work as a team, and it seems to be getting through to the rest of the guys that we"re all actually pretty damn good for each other. We"re starting to pull off seamless, perfect plays, and I"m feeling more confident than ever that this championship is definitely going to happen. Lane Masters and his ass kissers are coming around to not openly hating me, and even invited me to a team party for July 4th. There"s supposed to be a barbeque, a pool, and plenty of beer flowing. I was even told some members of the dance and cheer squads would be there, which means I might get the chance to work out some of this tension on a warm body instead of my hand, which has recently become less satisfying now that I've experienced what having an audience feels like.

The night of the party arrives, and I"m feeling exceptionally well rested. Today has been our first day off since summer training started, and I slept far past when I"m "supposed" to wake up for training, choosing not to go in today at all.

After staying late last night, running sprints and hitting the weights without Coach"s instruction or notice, I"d once again showered alone, and it pissed me off more than it probably should. I mean, how fucking dare he perve on me and then back down like a fucking pussy? If he"s going to watch, if he"s going to get off on torturing me, then be fucking honest about it. Don"t pretend you don"t want my cock.

Fed up, I"d stormed out of the locker room, still soaking wet with only a pair of gym shorts thrown hastily over my raging erection, and taken out my frustration on a punching bag. For a moment, I"d thought I felt that prickle of awareness I get when he"s watching me, but I turned around and found nothing. I"d even rushed through the room, making sure he wasn"t hiding in the shadows anywhere. And then I got a good look at myself in one of the floor-to-ceiling mirrors.

When did I become such a fucking pussy? I"m not even gay, but for whatever reason, I want that man salivating over my balls. And I"ve been doing everything he asked, like a fucking puppy, hoping to be rewarded for being a good boy.

I stormed home last night with a new resolve. I"m fucking done playing his game. I"ll give him a winning season, because it benefits me, but fuck his schedule and fuck his rules.

I slept like a baby with my new resolve, thinking about how hard I was going to get my dick sucked by someone at the party. I don"t even care who. It"s never been hard for me to find a willing mouth or pussy, and I don"t expect that to change now. No matter how much of a charity case I may be, I"m about to be one of this team"s star players and a shoo-in for the NFL draft. They all want my dick, and tonight I"m going to give it to them.

An actual cheer goes up when I walk through the backyard gate of the huge frat house, which is surprising. Most of the first-string players live here, members of one of the oldest and most elite fraternities on campus. I grin at the reception, secretly glad that they"ve put their bullshit away. Most of them still think of me as a charity case, but they"ve come around to treating me like a human being now that we"re working together as a team.

I hold up the two bottles of Jack Daniels that I picked up before coming here. "Where do I put this?" I"d had to take a bus into town and used my very meager savings to buy it, but I didn"t want to come empty-handed.

"Magic Jack brought Jack! Nice!" Exclaims Masters, pointing to the back door. "Toss it on the counter inside for now and come jump in the pool once you make yourself a drink. It"s too fucking hot for anything else."

I laugh and agree, once again thankful that we have this short reprieve from practice due to the holiday. Well, I was supposed to go in today even though the team wasn"t, but I didn"t show up. Coach texted once, but I turned my phone off. I"m not dealing with his bullshit anymore, hence me leaving campus and attending a party as a special fuck you to his rules. I hope his stalker ass watched me walk off campus.

He"ll figure out real quick I"m not going to be his obedient little puppy. I"ve proven I can do the work, and this team is better than ever now that I"m here, so I"m still upholding my end of the bargain. The rest of it is just his perverted bullshit, but he"s not man enough to admit to it.

It only takes me two drinks to catch a buzz, and by the time the party is in full swing, I"m feeling damn good. The girls all arrived in the skimpiest bikinis known to man, and by the time the fireworks are lighting up the sky, most of them are topless. There are more than a few couples making out under the lights, and I"ve got two hot mouths servicing my dick as I watch the colorful explosions overhead.

As they work me over, I find myself thinking of Bryant Nicks; the image of his stern gaze on me as the blonde pulls my balls into her mouth, swirling her tongue around them. His heated eyes boring into my hard cock as the other girl, brunette with bleached highlights, licks the shaft like an ice cream before closing her mouth around the head. She hollows out her cheeks and bobs on my dick, but despite the two mouths on me, it isn"t enough to make me cum. I grip the second girl"s hair in a tight fist and force her head down until her lips are almost kissing the blonde"s. She gags, and when I pull her off again, a long stream of drool falls on the other girl"s face. They give each other a look, and the blonde releases my balls to lick up my shaft, meeting the other girl"s lips just above my cock. They make out, taking turns to slurp and lick the head of my cock. The interaction between them is fake as hell, almost as fake as the blonde"s big tits, but that doesn"t make me want to fuck them any less. I need something more than this to get off, though.

"How about we take this inside, and I can paint those tits?" I say huskily. They grin at each other and nod, and the three of us slip inside. There are no free bedrooms, but most everyone is busy elsewhere, so I direct them to the living room couch. "Take off your clothes," I tell them. They both comply quickly, pulling the strings of each other"s bikinis and slowly stripping each other. I"m not here for a show, though. "You," I point at the brunette.

"Aniyah."

"Whatever. Push her tits together," I say, moving my finger to point at the blonde.

"Tammy, but you don"t have to remember that. As long as I get to feel that fat cock," the blonde purrs. I manage to avoid rolling my eyes. I couldn"t give a fuck less what her name is. I just need to get off.

I arrange the girls so the blonde is sitting in front of me with the brunette behind her, pushing her tits together while they make out. The blonde"s legs are spread, her fingers working her clit while I slide my dick between her firm tits, slick with suntan oil. I rub myself through them, gritting for the brunette to squeeze them tighter, all but stabbing the blonde in the throat with my hard cock as I thrust into her. Finally, I can feel my orgasm building.

In my drunken haze, I have a last-minute idea and I pull my phone out of my pocket, starting it up to press record just in time to paint the blonde's big fake tits with my cum. I spray it all along her neck, covering her tits, down her stomach, and all over her exposed pussy. She looks right into the camera and moans loudly as the brunette rubs my release into her boobs, massaging it into her skin. I"m still pumping my dick. The little red dot reminds me of just what I plan on doing with this video, keeping me hard and ready.

"Lick her pussy clean," I tell Amy, or Annie, or whatever the brunette"s name is.

She kneels in front of her friend and does what she"s told. She seems a little unsure of herself at first, but gets comfortable, making the blonde lay back and widen her legs, holding her head just where she wants her to lick. I know it"s all for the camera, but I also know how to get a real reaction from them. Scooping up some of my cum from the blonde"s tits, I kneel down behind the brunette and set my phone against the nearby chair to keep it pointed at the action.

I angle the brunette"s ass where I want it, and show off my messy fingers to the camera. I"m sure she expects me to fuck her, but I"m not interested. Instead, I move my fingers down her ass crack, and she flinches as I rub my cum covered fingers over her puckered hole. She moves, ready to protest, but I move my other hand around her front to rub her clit and she moans, grinding into me. She cries out when my finger breaches her asshole, but I don"t relent, increasing the pressure on her clit. I pump harder with my finger, adding a second one, while my fingers rapidly bring her closer to an orgasm.

The big-titted blonde brings her hand down and plays with her clit as her friend whimpers and cries against her pussy. The fireworks display is ending, judging by the sounds of the finale ramping up, multiple explosions echoing loudly against the outside of the house, illuminating the depravity happening inside.

"Now," I command, looking directly into the camera, and both girls tremble with their release. The blonde shrieks, coating her friend"s face as she cums. The brunette screams just as the fireworks end, her orgasm loud against the silence following the deafening booms. Hot liquid squirts across my hand. I look into the camera and purposefully flick the wetness towards the lens.

Pulling back from the girls, I give the brunette a smack on her ass before I pick up my phone and walk away. I clean myself up and pull on my clothes while I wait for my message to load. The little ping that tells me my video was sent makes my dick hard all over again. That gives me an idea for the next message I want to send, but there"s too much commotion in the house for that right now. I slip out the front door unseen, grinning as I see the sent notification turn to received. I've got more pep in my step than I have in over a week as I walk towards my dorm, knowing that he"s watching my handiwork.