The Preacher's Kid: College and Beyond - 8. Donald Harper Transformed

DONALD

Oh. My. God! The hot, tight feeling surrounding my aching dick was nothing like I’ve ever felt before! As amazing as the physical feelings were, the rest of me—the part I never knew existed until this moment—I was filled with this strange, hybrid feeling of joy, exhilaration, ecstasy, compassion, and caring.

But—Oh. My. God! The beautiful boy underneath me—that beautiful boy with his legs and arms wrapped around me while he looked into my eyes—that beautiful boy whose face spilled over with joy, exhilaration, ecstasy, compass—wait a minute. Is that what I look like to Conner?

He keeps asking me to go faster, but I can’t bring myself to do it. This feeling—no—these feelings—I never want them to end. I want them to last as long as possible. Oh, fuuuuck! It’s not going to last much longer—not with the way Conner keeps squeezing down on my dick.

I reach down between us and begin stroking the dick that—holy shit—was in my mouth not that long ago. That was when I discovered how much I wanted to do whatever was physically possible to hear those sounds of pure joy and passion come from deep within Conner Cooper’s soul.

Conner’s dick was already slick with precum. Jesus! I didn’t know a dick could make that much pre! As soon as I began stroking that beautiful boy’s cock in the same slow rhythm I was sliding in and out of him, Conner pulled himself up and locked his lips against mine.

Those lips! Those fucking lips! It all started just three days ago with those fucking lips! I knew my life was going to change forever after the first kiss. I never imagined how much, though. Wow! Conner was screaming into my open mouth, and his body went rigid underneath me. In mere seconds, I began to feel jet after jet of his hot nut cover my abs and chest.

Conner’s ass clenched ever tighter with every pulse of his massive orgasm. Well, shit! This wasn’t going to last nearly long enough! That beautiful boy was literally milking my dick into the most powerful nut I’ve ever experienced! Hoooooooolllllyyyyyy Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck!

Conner went limp in my arms. Jesus! Did my beautiful boy pass out? Oh my God! Did I hurt him? I laid him down on the bed as gently as I could and began to ease out of my dick’s new favorite place on the entire planet.

“Nooooooooooooo!” Conner began groaning as soon as my dick literally popped out of Conner.

“Are you okay, baby? I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

“Whoa—what. Was. That?”

“What? Did I do something wrong? Are you okay?”

“Jesus, Donald. I have never been so fucking okay in my entire life. My whole life, I’ve had fantasies about boys like you. But—holy shit—even in my fantasies, I was never able to come up with something even close to what just happened.”

What the fuck? What did Conner just wipe off my face? Why is there a knot in my throat? What the fuck? Is this crying? Donald Harper doesn’t cry! No! Especially when the world’s most beautiful boy is in his arms! Fuck me. I’m dead.

 

 

CONNER

“Wait a minute.” Donald got out of bed and walked out of the bedroom. I’m pretty sure he went into the bathroom. He came back a few minutes later. He had cleaned my nut off his chest and had a warm, moist washcloth in his hand. He gently wiped me clean and tossed the cloth down to the floor.

Donald crawled back into bed and onto his back. I pulled myself up onto the mountain of a boy, laying my head on his chest. No words were spoken—or needed. I just sighed as he drew little circles on my back with his finger.

My thoughts went back to last night. I got a text at around 4:00. I was finishing up my weekly conference with my thesis committee, where we were wrapping up the particulars of my Master’s thesis.

HARPODON: can u come over tonight?

CONNER4FUN: think u can keep me away?

HARPODON: all alone. i think i need some conner time

CONNER4FUN: sweet! u like Chinese?

HARPODON: dunno. never had chinese.

CONNER4FUN: cool. up for something new?

HARPODON: pretty much everything with you is gonna be something new for me.

CONNER4FUN: i’ll pick up dinner on my way from school. can’t wait!

How the fuck can anyone be alive for twenty years and never have had Chinese food? As I was driving to my favorite Chinese place, I couldn’t help but think that I might be introducing Donald Harper to a lot of new shit. Now that made my dick fill up. I’m such a perv!

With the traffic and my stopping for food, I didn’t get to Donald’s until 5:45. He had the door open before I even reached it. Poor boy looked more than a little distressed.

“Is everything okay, Donald?”

“It took you so long to get here, and I was afraid you might have changed your mind.”

“Naw, Friday afternoon traffic in this city is horrible. Plus—” I held up the bag in my right hand. “I picked us up a veritable feast of Chinese delicacies!”

“Sorry, I was just kinda worried.”

“That’s so sweet. And just so you know—if I ever tell you I’m going to do something, I will do it. Like right now, I think the thing you need the most is a kiss. So—I’m going to kiss you, dammit!”

I set the bag down on the floor, wrapped my arms around Donald’s neck, stood on my tip-toes, and kissed him, if for nothing other than to calm him down. Nope! Didn’t happen! Donald pulled me tight to him, and I could feel his cock get hard almost instantly. Nice cock, by the way! Feels like at least seven inches—probably more!

We moved the food into the kitchen, and we both sat at the bar. Food containers were set out all over the place. He loved the hot and sour soup. That was cool. It’s one of my favorites.

The next thing I brought out was a pupu platter. I explained that it was much better in the restaurant since they brought it out with a flaming grill that you can use to heat things up if you want. But I wanted Donald to get some basic Chinese appetizers to help him get comfortable with a new cuisine.

Donald was surprised to see things like chicken wings, spare ribs, and fried shrimp. He already knew he liked those. Honestly, he liked everything. It was so fucking cute. Every time he tried something new, he would smile and kiss me.

I picked up General Tso’s Chicken and Stir-fried pork for the entrees. He loved them both, along with the Chow Mein noodles. He wasn’t crazy about the sticky rice, which kind of made me laugh since I had figured that would be the thing he would be most familiar with.

I tried my best to get Donald to use chopsticks, but that wasn’t going to happen. He got regular utensils out of the drawer but insisted that I go ahead and use the chopsticks. He was most impressed that I could pick up food with them. I think he’s kind of smitten with me. It’s kind of nice, actually.

After eating and cleaning up, Donald took us into the living room. He wanted to watch a movie. I was open to pretty much anything he wanted to watch, but he had other ideas. Donald wanted me to pick a movie that was one of my favorites and one that I had to be pretty sure he had never seen. It didn’t take me long to settle on Shelter, a film about this talented artist whose dreams are kind of dashed because of family obligations. He finds comfort in surfing and, my favorite part, in the arms of his best friend’s brother.

It’s actually a beautiful story—and the gay part is only one of many subplots. I just want to see how Donald handles this kind of thing before I let myself fall too hard for this amazing boy. I’m glad I had it on my laptop and knew how to connect it to the television.

I started the movie and sat next to Donald on the sofa. As soon as I sat down, he tapped my shoulder and motioned for me to scoot closer to him. Awww! He’s so sweet! I slid next to Donald and rested my head on his side as wrapped an arm around my shoulder.

I was surprised by Donald’s reaction to the movie. At the end, he let out one of those long, slow, percussive sighs. Of course, I couldn’t hear it, but I sure felt it! Me? It was just like every other time I’ve seen Shelter. I had tears.

Once the screen went dark, I pulled myself up and looked at Donald. “Did you like it?”

“It was really nice. I liked the story. The kid was awesome, and I could totally relate to Zach with his being straight and finding himself exploring shit he never even thought about before.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah. Definitely, yeah.”

I reached up and pulled Donald to me. We kissed again. This one was the best yet. I could feel him moan as I opened his lips with my tongue. Of course, I moaned as his hands moved up and down my back—settling on my ass.

“Are you okay, Donald?”

“More than okay. May I?”

I didn’t know what the hell he was asking permission for, but I still found myself nodding yes. I’ll be damned if Donald—the supposedly straight boy—began to unbutton my shirt slowly—soooo slowly!

Once my shirt was open, Donald’s eyes got wide, and he just said, “Beautiful.”

Now, I wouldn’t go that far. I’ve always felt like I had the body of a fourteen-year-old. You already know that I’m not very tall. In fact, I would say a lot of fourteen-year-old boys are taller than me. I’m not very muscular. I’m not skinny, either. I’m toned, with little definition. Don’t get me wrong. I have some muscle. But those come from my running and swimming.

Donald slowly reached his hand out to me, and he began to run his fingers over my torso lightly. Slowly. Lightly.

“Your skin is like silk. So soft. So smooth.”

“May I?”

Donald smiled and nodded. I pulled his t-shirt over his head. I have to admit, my eyes got as big a saucers, too. Holy shit! Donald Harper was built like a fucking truck! He was the total opposite of me. He was all muscles. His pecs were covered with a fair amount of hair. His nipples were the size of silver dollars—where mine were about the size of dimes.

Donald had the defined abs that made me almost cream my jeans! I asked him again, “May I?”

“Please, Conner—yes—please.”

I leaned in and kissed him again, allowing our tongues to do the dance they were learning so well. I pulled away from his lips and kissed the side of Donald’s neck. I felt him moan again. Nice! Donald’s neck was one of his hot spots!

I have to say, I didn’t expect Donald to scream when I flicked my tongue across his nipple! I pulled away and looked at him. “Too sensitive?”

“No! Too amazing!”

“Am I going too fast for you?”

“No. But—can we take this upstairs? I feel like a high school kid doing this on the sofa. I know—that sounded so stupid as soon as I said that. I’m sorry.”

“You don’t have anything to apologize for, Donald. But—are you asking me to go to bed with you?” Donald smiled and nodded. “You’ve just made me the happiest boy in Charlotte, Donald Harper. Lead the way!”

But no—Donald Harper didn’t lead the way! He picked me up, cradling me in his massive arms. He stood up and kissed me, then carried me upstairs.

When he got me into his bedroom, Donald set me down on the floor. He wrapped his arms around me and bent down for another kiss. He then pulled me away so I could see him speak. “I have to be honest with you, Conner. I’ve never done anything with—”

“I know you’ve never been with a boy. The fact you’ve chosen me to be your first means more to me than—”

“No. No. Let me finish. Remember when I told you about those girls I kissed in middle school?”

I smiled and nodded.

“Conner, I’m kind of ashamed to say that that was the last time I did anything—with anyone. It’s not that you’re my first boy—you’re my first—anything.”

“Wow. Then I promise to make this the most amazing night you’ll ever have. Is that okay with you?”

“God, yes! Conner—I want you so bad!”

“Then let’s get you ready for bed, Donald.”

I slowly began to remove the rest of Donald’s clothes. I promise I was a good boy and didn’t snicker when I found him wearing Hanes tighty-whities. The first present for Donald will definitely be some hot boxer briefs! But that didn’t make it any less exciting as I put my fingers under the elastic band and slowly lowered the last piece of clothing Donald had on.

Fuck me! His cock was hard and dripping wet. The treasure trail that had been teasing me for the last thirty minutes led to a nice full bush surrounding a magnificent cock. It was perfectly straight, veiny, and literally bouncing with every beat of his heart.

Donald Harper was standing in front of me—totally nude—totally hot as fuck! “May I?”

Donald nodded, and I moved over to his bed, pulling back the sheets and blankets. I took his hand and led him to his bed. I was surprised by his calmness. I would have expected a supposed straight boy to have a look of terror for his first time with a boy. But then again, I’m not what one would call intimidating—not in the least!

Donald lay in the bed, and the look in his eyes was something I’d never seen before. Where I was expecting to see fear and uncertainty, I saw gentleness—and trust. This big boy was putting himself in my hands.

I crawled into bed with him, and he reached for my jeans. “No—not yet, baby. This is about you right now, okay?”

Donald nodded and placed his hands behind his head. Once again, I kissed him and moved to his neck, getting the reaction I was expecting. When I got to his nipple, his entire body seemed to lift off the bed, carrying me with him!

I moved to his other nipple and got more of the same reaction! Yes! This boy was horny as fuck! Well—so was I, if I’m going to be completely honest!

I made my way down to Donald’s abs and hungrily lapped up the pools of precum that were deposited by his throbbing cock. God! Yes! It was like the nectar of the Gods! I couldn’t wait any longer. I moved down in the bed, so I was kneeling between Donald’s legs. I smiled at my big boy and politely asked, “May I?”

“Dear God! Please! Conner—please!”

I grabbed the base of Donald’s cock and realized that I wanted that thing in my ass more than anything. Not yet, though. I smiled at Donald as I lowered my head. I swirled my tongue, lapping up the precum that seemed to flow like a fountain—which was totally good for me!

I never took my eyes away from Donald’s as I lowered my head and began to engulf that big cock into my mouth. Donald propped himself up on his elbows. I could tell his breathing was getting more and more ragged as I licked and sucked my way up and down his beautiful cock.

Now, this certainly wasn’t my first time at the rodeo—and I know my way around a cock. But this was different. It was like Donald’s cock was perfect for my mouth! The first time I looked away from Donald’s eyes was when I opened my throat and took him all the way inside my mouth and throat.

When I came up for air, the look on Donald’s face was this delicious combination of surprise and pure lust. It was time for me to get to work! I began working that cock with my mouth and throat so that he would remember this as the best fucking blowjob he will have ever had!

In no time at all, Donald was thrashing about on the bed. I’m pretty sure he was moaning and groaning, but I was no longer looking at him. I had complete focus on the task at hand—or mouth, really.

I could tell Donald was getting close, as his precum was at a pretty steady flow. God! It tasted so fucking good, too! I reached down and wrapped my free hand around his balls—his huge-as-fuck balls. In just seconds, I could feel Donald’s entire body go rigid as his cock expanded and began firing jet after jet of the hottest, sweetest nut I have ever tasted in my life.

I had to swallow fast to make sure I got it all, and I still couldn’t keep up. Some of Donald’s it ended up flowing down his pulsing cock. Oh well! I guess I’ll just have to lick it clean—and I did!

Once my big boy came back to earth (and I had him all cleaned up), I moved back up to Donald and lay beside him. He was still breathing hard but had a massive grin on his face.

“How was that? Did you enjoy it?”

“Wow! Just. Wow. You are fucking amazing, Conner Cooper. No matter what happens to me for the rest of my life, I will never forget this night!”

I smiled as Donald came in for another kiss. Uh-oh! I don’t think he knew what he was in for, but that didn’t stop him!

“Hey! I don’t taste so bad! Cool!”

What. The. Fuck? It seems this boy is just one surprise after another.

“But—Conner Cooper—I’m betting that you taste a helluva lot better!”

“You don’t have to—not yet anyway—I don’t want you to feel like you have to return a favor or do something you’re not ready for.”

“Conner—look at me.”

“Umm—I kinda have to look at you if I want to know what you’re saying!”

“Shut up!” We both had a good chuckle—and another kiss. “Conner—you have brought a whole world of new to my life. I think I can honestly say if it were anyone else, it would scare the Hell outta me. But with you—I want to try all the new you can bring to me. Now—may I?”

 

DONALD

So you see, last night, this beautiful boy gave me my very first orgasm that didn’t come from my right hand. I had never felt anything more amazing in my entire life. The weird thing was that it was so much more than the physical part of nutting down his amazing throat—and that was incredible in itself!

You see—and this is sorta hard to describe, so you have to bear with me here—but since that movie ended, Conner gave me this feeling that was like—I don’t know—it was like every kind of good feeling I’ve ever had was happening all at the same time. I had never felt anything like it before—and I seriously doubted that I ever would feel anything like it again!

I couldn’t wait to do for Conner what he had just done for me! I only hope I can give him at least half of the stuff he gave me—feelings-wise, that it! The funny thing is, I knew that I was gonna get his dick in my mouth. I thought that by itself would freak me out, but to be honest—all I wanted to do was make this beautiful boy feel good.

All I knew is what I had just been taught, so I figured I would follow Conner’s lead—after I got him out of those fucking clothes! I knelt beside him on the bed and began to undo the belt and buttons on his 501’s. Fuck! 501’s? He was gonna make me work hard for this, wasn’t he?

When I finally got Conner’s jeans off, I was shocked. He had the sexiest pair of red briefs on—well, mostly red. The rest was dark from the huge wet spot that surrounded his cock. As I pulled off Conner’s socks, I ran my fingers up and down his legs. His legs were fucking awesome. This boy was a serious runner—or a swimmer—or both. They were as smooth as the rest of his body, with just the lightest dusting of hair. Wow! Conner was horny as fuck! Just running my fingers along his legs had him moaning and cussing like a little boy-whore!

I moved my hands up to the elastic on his underwear. Hmmm—Andrew Christian—I’ll need to remember that brand. They are fucking sexy as hell! I looked at Conner and played the same game. “May I?”

“Yes, Donald! For the love of God, take them off, Donald!”

Holy shit! It was like unwrapping the most perfect—most beautiful—gift there ever was! You could see a bit of a tan line, but the skin I just exposed still had that beautiful olive tone Conner had on the rest of his body. The only hair was a small patch above his cock. Everything else was totally smooth—even his balls. I had to feel them, so I reached down and began to caress his ball sack.

Whoa! Conner’s body must have lifted a foot off the bed. He liked that! He really liked that! That’s when I got an idea. I knelt between Conner’s legs and then slid down. I stuck my tongue out and licked across his balls. Fuck! It was amazing!

I began kissing them, and then—without even thinking about it—I put one of his balls in my mouth. Whoa! He liked that! Conner wrapped his legs around my back and thrust his crotch into my face. I opened my mouth wider and was able to get both of his balls into my mouth. I rolled them around on my tongue and completely was getting turned on by the taste of this beautiful boy!

I eased Conner back down onto the bed and took hold of his cock. It was like I could see every vein pulsing. The head was covered with precum, and I couldn’t wait to taste it!

I licked up the underside of Conner’s cock, tasting the sweet and salty flavor of his precum. I liked it. I was afraid I would gag at the taste. But then again, I pretty much tasted my own nut when we kissed after he had his mouth full of it.

I surprised myself with how much I liked feeling all the different veins pulsing under the hot, silky skin of Conner’s cock. It was fascinating to me—so much that I nearly forgot my ultimate goal—getting that beautiful boy’s cock in my mouth.

The thing I immediately thought of was how fucking hot it was seeing Conner watch me as he lowered his head on my cock. I did the same thing. As I hovered over Conner’s cock, I looked him in the eye and smiled.

“Are you sure? You know you don’t have to.”

“I know I don’t have to—but I’ve never wanted to do something more in my entire life.”

And with that, I lowered my mouth over the head of Conner’s cock—keeping my eyes with his the entire time. Holy shit! I had this beautiful boy’s hard cock in my mouth! It was pouring out precum like a fucking fountain—and I was swallowing it! Holy shit! I wasn’t freaked out at all! I wasn’t grossed out at all! It was just making me hornier and hornier!

I kept my head going up and down, all the time thinking how glad I was he wasn’t as big as I was. It was the fucking perfect size—if you ask me. I was able to get almost the entire thing into my mouth without hitting my gag reflexes. I have to ask Conner to teach me how to get the whole thing down my throat like he does!

I remembered how amazing it felt when Conner grabbed my balls while he was blowing me, so I did that. I also found this ridge of skin between his balls and ass. I wondered if that might be sensitive, too. Holy Fuck! It’s totally insanely sensitive! So much so it sent my beautiful boy over the edge, and he was filling my mouth with nut—and the room with screams!

Yes! I did it! And fuck me! I liked it!

 

EDDIE

So, the football game was a lot closer than the first game of the season. I loved watching Matty cheering on the offense like he was a coach. When the guys were on the sideline, he was right there with them—standing next to Devyn. The two of them were working well together. It was completely different than what we saw last week.

By the time we got to halftime, App State was down by just three points. Alex and I kept talking while the bands were playing. I really do like this girl. She had me laughing—especially when she would lean in to me for every profanity she used. Yup! I can totally see why Alex and Matty hit it off so well—she really was me in a girl’s body! Weird, but cool at the same time.

The third quarter was even tighter than the first half of the game. Both teams could only score a field goal. But then, about two minutes into the fourth quarter, one of the Wake Forest defensive tackles broke through the offensive line and hit Devyn hard—real hard. He actually smashed his helmet into Devyn’s.

The whole stadium went quiet while Devyn was laid out on the field. The Wake Forest player was hit with a personal foul penalty and tossed out of the game for targeting. Devyn was able to sit up while the ASU staff was talking to him on the field. I looked at Matty, and he was putting his helmet on. I mean—I hated seeing Devyn get injured and all, but the game was suddenly becoming exciting as fuck for me!

The team doctor helped Devyn up, and he was able to walk off the field. The entire stadium applauded him, and he high-fived Matty as they crossed each other on the field. Matty was in charge now—and it was up to him to win this game!

Matty was able to get a couple of first downs, but we ended up having to punt the ball. The same thing happened for Wake Forest on their next possession.

Matty’s next possession was a little better, but we still couldn’t get the ball to field goal range. Another punt.

On Wake’s next possession, it started to look bad for us. They were able to score another field goal—putting the score at 23-17. Shit! There were less than three minutes on the clock! This meant ASU was going to have to go into their 2-minute drill. That meant running a series of plays already set—and no huddles.

Wake Forest overshot the kickoff, which brought the ball out to the ASU 25 yard-line. I was getting pretty excited watching Matty get his players psyched up for their next possession. Mom, Dad, Nate, Alex, and I were all standing and holding hands. I said a little prayer, asking God to help Matty get the job done. Dad noticed. He just looked at me and smiled while he shook his head.

Matty was able to get three first downs rather quickly—putting ASU into Wake Forest territory. He was doing great! Every pass so far was right on target! Go Matty! The next time he passed, it was about a twenty-yarder. This Wake Forest defensive back knocked Matty’s receiver out of bounds before the ball got to him and was called for a pass interference penalty! Yes! A fifteen-yard penalty and another first down! That put the ball on the Wake forest 28 yard-line.

We were easily in field goal range, but that wouldn’t help. We needed six points to tie—a touchdown. Then we would need the extra point to win. Fuck! There was now less than a minute on the clock!

Everyone in the stadium was on their feet now. The noise was deafening—and Matty was cool as a cucumber. It was getting tougher for him to gain yardage the closer they got to the goal line. It was third down with six yards to go. Matty looked to the sidelines and got a signal for the play they wanted.

Everything went great, but he was just short of the first down! Fuck! It was fourth down on the 19 yard-line. Of course, we had to go for it! ASU’s offensive line pushed hard—real hard—and Matty was right behind them. He jumped over a couple of the guys and landed perfectly. Yes! He did it! Matty got the first down!

Holy Shit! This was nerve-wracking! There were only 37 seconds left in the game, and we had to get 17 yards for the touchdown. ASU called a timeout, and the team ran to the sideline for instructions. I could see the coaches drawing a play on the whiteboard. Shit! Were they going to try something new?

The timeout ended, and everyone lined up for the next play. Fuck! Wake Forest called a timeout now! They were trying to psych out the Freshman quarterback. But what they didn’t know was that with all that Matty has been through in his short but remarkable life—there was nothing in football that could psych him out. For Matty Jordan, football was nothing but fun—win or lose.

At least this was the last timeout of the game. Both teams had used all their timeouts now. The players lined up. The ref started the clock. Matty got the ball and faked a handoff to the right. He was looking for his target in the end zone. No one was open—but Matty-fucking-Jordan was!

Matty poured it on and ran around to the left of all the players that had misread his fake handoff. Holy Fuck! Matty made it to the two-yard-line! The refs stopped the clock with 11 seconds left to move the chains.

Again, there was no huddle, and Matty had the players lined up for the next play way ahead of the Wake Forest defense. He started the play before the defense knew what the fuck they were doing. Matty kept the ball this time. It was the strangest thing I’d ever seen! His offensive line pushed through the defense, and his backfield literally pushed Matty through and over the fucking goal line! YES!! My boy was the fucking hero!!

Just in time, too! The clock had run out. But ASU still gets to kick for the extra point. Ha! No pressure on Parker at all! Hell no! He’s just like Matty—he’s used to the pressure. He nailed the extra point, and ASU squeaked by with the win—and upset—over a Power Five school!

The fans in the ASU section were going crazy! It was so fucking awesome. Alex and I hugged and jumped up and down. Nate was standing on the bleachers and screaming Matty’s name as loud as he could. Mom and Dad had their arms around each other’s waists and were beaming with pride.

We finally made it down to the family waiting area so we could see Matty. About fifteen minutes later, I got a text from Matty. He was going to be at least another hour. He had a shitload of interviews, and the coach wanted him to sit at the table for the press conference. On top of that, the coaching staff was pretty much insisting that the game's hero have dinner with the rest of the team.

Matty said we should go ahead and have dinner so Dad could get back home at a decent hour. He also told me he would see me as soon as the team finished with dinner. He knew where to find me. He followed that with a wink emoji, followed by an eggplant and a splash emoji! I love my dirty boy!

Mom and Dad invited Alex to join us for dinner, but she declined—she was staying with family, and they wanted her with them for dinner. I was glad to have finally met her, though. Alex was pretty cool, totally chill, and a perfect friend for Matty.

We ended up going to this place called Milner’s. It was close enough to the hotel to get me back afterward but far enough away from the stadium to avoid the massive crowds. It was another two hours before I was able to get back to my room at the Courtyard. The first thing I did was to save time. I showered, shaved, and got myself ready for Matty’s hard cock. I couldn’t stand it much longer!

About twenty minutes later, there was a light tap at the door. I opened it, hiding behind the door as Matty walked in. When the door closed, I wanted to kick myself for not having my phone in my hand. The look on Matty’s face when he saw me naked and hard was priceless.

“Hey there, football boy. I don’t care how much of a hero you are. No kisses until you’re fucking naked and in the bed with me. Then—if you don’t fuck the Hell outta me right now, I’ll fucking break up with you and leave you to your right hand.

Ha! Clothes were flying, and Matty dragged me to the bed and pounced on top of me, covering me with kisses, and grinding his cock into mine.

There wasn’t much talk that night. We both fucked each other, showered, then repeated the whole thing again. By the time we were done, it was 4:30 in the morning. I was sore as fuck. Matty pounded me hard the second time! So. Fucking. Hard. I didn’t mind at all! I was getting fucked by the school’s hero quarterback! Why did I feel like a fucking sorority girl for twenty minutes?

 

DONALD

Sunday morning came way too soon! It was 9:00, and all I could do was pull the beautiful boy I was holding closer to me. Conner practically purred with the new attention he was getting. When he woke up, Conner turned around to face me. That smile—Fuck! That beautiful smile!

“Good morning, Donald. How did you sleep?”

“You can never leave this house. I’ve slept better in the last two nights than I’ve ever slept my entire life.”

“I know what you mean. Having your arms around me is easily the best way to sleep!” He paused for a second and looked into my eyes. “Be honest with me. Are you okay? It was a pretty big weekend for both of us—but I would say yours was rather monumental.”

“Conner Cooper—you have rocked my world—right off the foundation. Because of you, I have literally found a new person inside me. I’ve always tried so hard to be this big, bad macho jock—and I never allowed myself to feel compassion or even care much about other people. Look what you’ve done! Yes, the sex was fucking amazing—beyond anything I ever dreamed—but this person you helped me find. That’s the biggest thing. I will love you forever just for that, Conner.”

“Wow! I guess you’re okay then, huh?” I could only giggle and smile. I loved Conner’s dry sense of humor! “But please—do me a favor?”

“Anything you want, baby.”

“Never stop calling me baby—and don’t you fucking dare stop being that macho jock. It’s so fucking hot—you make me melt when you take care of me. And I thought someone taking care of me would be the last thing I ever wanted.

“Let’s make a deal then—I’ll take care of you in bed. You, Conner Cooper, please never stop taking care of me out here in the world. There’s so much I don’t know. There are so many experiences I’ve never had. I want you to be the one to teach me. I want you to help me. You okay with that?”

“Of course I will, Donald. I’ll be with you wherever and whenever you want me to be.”

“Awesome. Then you’ll go to church with me? And then to the airport to pick up Eddie?”

“Wherever. Whenever.”

The next thing I knew, I just started laughing. “What’s going on? What’s so funny?”

“I can’t wait for the day I get to tell my old man that he was so off the mark and that I love dick! Well, not just any dick. Yours is the only one I love—and the only one I want.”

We crawled out of bed and hopped into the shower. Man! It’s so much fun washing Conner’s body and discovering all these new spots that turn him on. That boy sure does love having his ass played with! Good thing, too—I love playing with it! Conner and I washed each other’s hair, cleaned each other, stroked each other—and cleaned each other again.

Good thing we showered together! We barely made it to church on time! We sat with Eddie’s mom and brother. It’s still surprising to me how much I like this church. The entire time, it was all a positive message—no one was ever made to feel like they were unworthy. I also noticed more than a few glances from Nate. Little twerp thinks he knows what’s going on. Ha!

 

EDDIE

My plane landed in Charlotte at 2:30 in the afternoon. God, I hate this airport! It takes for-fucking-ever to get from the gates to the arrivals area. God, I hope Donald remembered to come and pick me—WTF? Donald? With his arm around Conner? Whoa! It looks like Matty and I weren’t the only ones to have a nice weekend.