Jeff Moves In
By: Tim and FootballGulper
Jeff Moves In
It's the beginning of the semester, and I've just arrived at my dorm room. Looks like my roommate isn't here yet. I decided to move back to a dorm instead of getting an apartment off campus - it's cheaper, and somebody else does the cooking. Plus as a baseball player, I get to be on the jock floor with my buddies and teammates instead of thrown in with a bunch of freshmen.
I'm Brady. Yeah, I'm a baseball player. Catcher, to be specific. Built like one, too: it would take a lot to knock me down. I'm 6 foot, 200. That's 200 of muscle. And no, I don't do 'roids! The minute somebody hears you're a baseball player and see that you're built they automatically assume you're juicin'. Well, I'm not. I got this muscle the hard way. It helps that it's pretty easy for me to put on muscle. See that? Yeah, that's a 17-inch bicep right there. All natural. No juice. Yeah, the big muscles help a lot with the ladies too. Not to mention in sports. I like playing sports. And I've been good at every sport I tried. Well, except basketball. So when I came to college, I had a full baseball scholarship. Sweet. Now I'm a junior and captain of the team. I'm definitely going pro, but I want my college degree too. That way, I have something to fall back on when I'm done with sports.
I unzip my suitcase and look at my clothes and stuff. I don't have much. It won't take long to unpack. Guess I'll take this bed, roomie can have the other one. They're both the same, it won't matter. I'll take this dresser then too.
Just then I hear a key in the door and it swings open. There you are with a big duffel bag. And boy, are you a big one. Must be a football player. Wearing workout shorts and a t-shirt. You gotta be six four and I'd guess 250. Not a soft 250 either. The t-shirt is a couple of sizes too small and your chest and shoulders are stretching it out pretty bad. Can't help but notice that you got something pretty huge in your shorts, too.
"Hey, man," I put my hand out. "Brady. What's up?"
You look back at me and I swear it's like you're looking right through me. "They didn't tell me I was gonna have a roommate," you say.
I'm not sure what to say to this. "Well... surprise, I guess!" I joke. "No single rooms in this dorm. What'd you say your name was?" I know you didn't, but I like to start things off friendly.
"I didn't," you say, and throw your duffel bag on the other bed. I see your name printed in marker on your bag: Jeff Alder.
"So, you on the football team?" I'm hoping it's not gonna be like this all year.
You glance over at me like I'm a worm you just stepped on. "You a rocket scientist or something? Of course I'm on the football team."
"Cool," I say. I'm gettin' pissed off by your attitude. "Well, it's about time for dinner," I say, awkwardly. I try once more to melt the ice. "I'm gonna head down and get some chow. You wanna come?"
You grin real big when you hear me say dinner. You've got a wide mouth and big, white straight teeth. Finally, the dude can smile, I think with some relief. "Nah. I'm gonna have a fuckin' huge dinner later, so I'll pass."
I smile back. "Huge dinner, huh? What's on the menu?"
You just keep grinnin' and lookin' at me. "Meat," you say. "A fuckin' shitload of fresh meat. I plan to eat a couple hundred pounds of it." Your stomach growls. You laugh.
I laugh along with you, but I'm thinkin' you're kind of weird, and sure as hell not real friendly. Only a retard football player would laugh about eating a couple hundred pounds of meat. Like anybody could even do that. Whatever. I head down to dinner.
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So I run into some buds at the cafeteria and end up stayin' down there for a few hours shootin' the shit. By the time I get back up to the room it's about 11:00. I open the door. It's dark - the light's off. I hear you snoring loudly. I go in and close the door quietly. Don't wanna wake you up. I strip down to my briefs and slip into bed.
I'm in bed like one minute tops when the snoring stops abruptly and I hear a big noisy crash - before I realize that it's you jumping out of bed, you're across the room and on top of me. "Told ya I don't want a roommate," you growl, your hot breath right in my face. "But as long as you're here, I might as well fuck ya. Then I'll get rid of ya." Oh, HOLY FUCK! You lift up off me long enough to flip me onto my stomach. This all happens so fast I don't know which end is up. One minute I'm layin' on my bed and the next I'm gettin' fuckin' mauled by this huge goddamn football dude. What the hell? Get rid of me? Who the hell do you think you are?
"Fuck you, man," I wheeze. I try to throw you off me, but I can't. Boy you are one heavy motherfucker. And not being a footballer myself I'm not used to having a real big dude on top of me. I don't like it, either. It's actually scary, being trapped under a big dude like you. And I sure as shit don't want to get fucked by another dude. Fuck... you're strong enough, and heavy enough, that you've got me completely controlled. You're sprawled out on me with what feels like your entire bulk flattening me into the bed. And you're pinning my arms down with your hands. I'm sweating and struggling but I can't get away. I'm gettin' really scared. I'm thinkin' I'm about to get my ass seriously kicked.
It gets worse pretty quickly. Turns out you're dead serious about assfucking me. You let go of my arms long enough to reach down and pull my shorts down. "Motherfucker! Quit it! Get offa me!" I'm thrashing around and trying to jab you with an elbow, or kick you, and it's just pathetic. Here I am, a big strong jock, and I'm gettin' completely dominated.
You've got me totally wrapped up again and I'm goin' nowhere. The air rushes out of me as you press your weight down on me. Oh, fuck no. I can feel your big bat slidin' along my asscrack. It feels HUGE, hot, hard. "No...no..." is all I can manage to gasp. Then it starts probing and poking at my back door. "Oh.... God.... fuck, no, please man....." are the last words out of my mouth before your huge powerful warm cock sinks slowly, deeply into my ass.
I must've blacked out from the pain, because the next thing I'm aware of is you grunting, squeezing me and sweating as you fuck my ass hard. You're still stretched out on top of me, so I can't move. It feels like you're shoving a telephone pole up my butt. The pain and stretching -- not to mention the total humiliation of being pounded by another dude -- are beyond anything I've experienced. I remember one time I took a shit so big it made my butt bleed a little. Took forever to push it out and hurt like hell. This is a hundred times worse than that. You're splitting me wide open and that huge prick is driving deep into my guts. I swear I can feel it in my chest.
It doesn't take you long to work up serious steam, and pretty soon you're dumping a load in my guts. I can actually feel it: you push in all the way, and I can feel something hot filling me up. A lot of something hot. I feel it spilling out where your cock breached my ass. You lie there on top of me for a minute after you unload, still breathing hard and sweating. You rip a fart and laugh. Fuck, you sweat a lot... fuck! You're drooling too! What kind of fucking monster are you dude? You're soaking the pillow and mattress with drool. Now you're fucking licking the back of my neck. "Stop it man!" I croak. "You've had your fun. I'll get a new room. Now get off me, leave me alone!"
But it's too late. Fuckin' makes you hungry. Bein' hungry makes you wanna fuck. You're usually one or the other, often both. And there's not one fuckin' thing that can help a dude when you're hungry and horned up and he's in your sights.
Nothin' at all.
I'm helpless and terrified underneath you as you start mouthing the back of my head, licking at the close cropped hair and running your tongue along my tanned, muscular neck. You're groaning as you taste me. I can feel and smell your hot breath. Fact is, all I can feel and smell is intense heat and male jock sweat odor coming off your body. Your cock is still inside me, and it's not gettin' any softer, either. You're licking all over my shoulders and face now, too. I wish I could squirm away... but I'm flattened. Fuck! This is what they call being in the wrong place at the wrong time. I don't have much air left: you squashed most of it out of me with your fuck.
"Now I'm gonna take ya, buddy," you snarl, and a total cold fear flares through my guts. I don't know how I know this... it seems impossible... but all of a sudden I see the whole picture. Maybe it's instinct, I don't know. I just suddenly realize you see me as food. You're bigger and more powerful than me and you're gonna swallow me whole. Fuckin' shove my entire body into your gut. Digest me and take my hard-earned muscle. And be an even bigger jock.
A split second after I think that, it happens. One second you're licking the side of my face, while I struggle, and the next second your jaws have opened, you lunge and my whole face is trapped in your mouth. I'm wiggling like crazy trying to extricate my head from your mouth and get out from under you at the same time. Every cell in my body is furiously trying to get the fuck away from you. But I can't. I feel your big hands gripping my shoulders roughly and pushing up.
My arms swing wildly as you muscle me farther into your huge, greedy mouth. This can't be happening, I think. I hear your grunts of pleasure as your tongue sweeps over my throat and neck. Your hands slide down under my armpits, which are drenched with the sweat of the fight. For that matter, my whole body is covered in sweat: mine and yours. You slide off me, cock still firmly planted in my ass. You've got me anchored: impaled on what feels like a mile of cockflesh, and gripped tight with your hands around my torso. Another shove, and I go farther in, wigglin' and movin' as much as I can. I can feel your lips stretch way out to accommodate my broad shoulders. You groan with satisfaction.
Another hard push and your cock slides painfully out of my ass as I'm stuffed in up to my belly, your tongue never stops washing over me. By this time my head's in your muscular gullet and the pressure is enormous. I'm in shock and just dimly aware of what's going on. There's no pain, just immense pressure from all directions as I'm crammed into your greedy jock gut. I'm still struggling, but your throat has squeezed the remaining air out of me, and I'm fading fast.
You keep shoving me in with both hands, wishing there was somebody around to take care of your dick while you wolfed down your latest victim. Once I'm jammed in up to my calves, you tip your head back and let gravity take over while you jack off rapidly. I slide down slowly into your stomach like a giant turd slipping quietly into a crapper, coming to rest in the tight, nauseatingly hot confines of your huge, nasty jock gut. The walls move in on me fast as you belch violently and wetly. Foul-smelling liquid washes over me and you belch again. The muscular walls start pressing hard, smashin' on me from all sides as you begin to digest your huge, live meal....
You roll over on your back and lie there, belching and farting and jacking off contentedly. Full belly, big hard dick... Fuck, you feel so good. You were hungry, and there was fresh, live jockmeat in the room with you. My struggles in your gut slow down, then they fade to nothing. You shoot a big load so forcefully it splatters on the ceiling above you and drips back down, making you laugh. You look around and find the rag of underwear you tore off me earlier, and use it to clean yourself up. Once you wipe the cum off you, you lay back again, jackin' and relaxin'...
After a while you fall asleep, your large stomach still full of baseball player. You sleep deeply, digesting the smaller jock you overpowered and consumed. In the morning, you get up and stretch. Feels good. No roommate...
You fart... it's time for a dump. Then you notice my open suitcase, with my stuff in it. You squat over it, filling it with thick logs of shit. Then you piss on it, zip it back up, and bring it over to the window. You laugh because the suitcase is pretty heavy. You love eatin' beefy dudes and shittin' out what you don't use to feed your big muscles. The room is on the fourth floor, right over the dumpsters. There's an open one. You raise the window and hurl my suitcase out. It smashes into the dumpster with such force the lid slams shut. You grin. Bulls-eye. You're so impressed with your big jock self... your cock starts getting jumpy and excited all over again. You shut the window and stroll over to the bed to take care of things....
The End