Bart is glad to service the more heavyset athletes at GHU, especially the legendary linebacker Gravy! He’s big, he’s thick, he’s got massive meat, and he knows how to use it! Can Bart and Gravy satisfy each other’s needs?
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Gravy had said before, in front of his team, that he didn’t have anal sex with women because it was unbiblical. He truly believed that — Gravy was a preacher’s son, so he wasn’t about to argue with the Bible. Anal sex was wrong, as was all premarital sex. That didn’t stop Gravy from wanting it. He told his teammates that he had religious objections to cover up the fact that he couldn’t get sex anyway, not even normal sex and definitely not anal sex.
But Jimmy and Raython and them, Tuck, George, even Easy, they all had girlfriends, they all banged them all the time, and they had “sluts on the side” too. Not Gravy. The others bragged about fucking their sluts in the ass, and Gravy nodded along as though he did the same thing.
The one time he got this ex-girlfriend of his to give up the ass, it ended in failure. Davy “Gravyboat” Mitchell had a giant dick. Thirteen inches, a hefty thirteen, as thick as a coke can and then some. She took one look at it and noped right out. She said she’d give him a handjob, but then she didn’t.
But Gravy had always found it best to lean into that kind of thing — if he couldn’t talk girls into doing anal, he might as well claim he didn’t wanna do it anyway. So he’d told his teammates he wouldn’t do anal sex for religious reasons, and they accepted that, or at least they didn’t care enough to press him on it.
“Alright, freshmen and Gravyboat, get outta here, you can shower in the visiting-team locker room,” Jimmy called out as they all chanted and clapped after the last pre-tournament game. He motioned towards the door that led to the other locker room, where the freshmen were already heading.
Today the GHU Titans had finally won, made it to the state championships. Soon they might well be the champion football team in the whole state. That’s why the whole team was celebrating.
Gravy swaggered to his feet. The cheerleaders were already streaming into the locker room, giggling and blushing. Gravy tried to look nonchalant, like he was a part of this, even though he knew he wasn’t, and everyone else in the locker room must have known the same thing, if they gave it any thought.
The cheerleaders had promised to give up the butt. That was why they were being secretive, they didn’t want everyone to know. They said they would let the seniors gangbang their ass, possibly in a big orgy thing, or maybe they’d pair off, Gravy didn’t know the details. The girls said they would only do the seniors (since the freshmen weren’t playing anyway) and they excluded a handful of weirdos, skinny kickers and, of course, Gravy, both because he was too big in general and because his cock was too big for anal sex (or so Gravy assumed was the reason, since no one told him about any of this, he had had to surmise it).
That was why he was told to shower with the freshmen.
“I got that older… lady. She’s probably waiting for me, at her house, which she has a mortgage on, she’s current on payments,” Gravy said as he walked out. He babbled, but he couldn’t stop even when he realized nobody was paying attention.
He had been seen talking to a professor, an attractive older lady. He tried to flirt with her, but she shot him down, said that she didn’t date students, that she wasn’t into him, and she didn’t say that he was a big-boy freak with too many glands and armpits that smell like horse stables, but that was implied. Nevertheless, Gravy’s teammates saw him, assumed he was messing around with her on the downlow because she was older, and Gravy hadn’t corrected them. Now he tried to remind them of that, hoping they would think he was leaving to go fuck his own woman, not because the cheerleaders had rejected him.
“She’s hot for an old woman. She really loves fucking me. You know how old ladies are. Or maybe you guys don’t.”
His body was still sweaty because he hadn’t showered — the cheerleaders wanted to shower with the players, so no one had showered yet — and he tried to sound confident. The players were kissing the cheerleaders, taking their clothes off, groping their perky young breasts. They were just going right into it, damn, Gravy wasn’t…
Gravy had never done anything that just got right into the swing of things, no nervous fumbling, no awkward pauses, they didn’t even say hi first. Gravy backed out the door, eyes to drawn to the cheerleaders and their tits and asses…
“She’s not that old. She’s divorced. She has a son slightly older than me,” Gravy said. “So it’s awkward. It’s…”
“Cool, thanks, Gravy! Leave the lights on!”
“Yeah, Gravy, leave the lights on when you leave with your cheerleader!”
No one listened. No one had even noticed that Gravy did not have a cheerleader. Nobody had listened to Gravy’s words. He could have said he was off to fuck Clara Barton in her dirty butthole, and they’d have just said ‘kay, see ya, Gravy. Those cheerleaders had such perky plump tits that it was impossible to get the football players to pay attention to anything else. Gravy’s dick was stiffening even as he felt depressed and dejected.
He had overthought that. Nobody noticed he wasn’t in the gangbang. They just assumed he was banging some other cheerleader, like there was a whole bunch more cheerleaders around the corner that they hadn’t met yet. Gravy didn’t need to impress them, because they weren’t paying enough attention to him to notice how unimpressive he was.
Their feminine giggles filled the air, and Gravy could sense the sex dwindling behind him as he walked farther and farther away. The atmosphere got sexier in there after he left. He tried not to be bitter about it. His dick was half-hard. He wanted to fuck; he wanted to demolish a chick’s tight asshole; he wanted to fill her guts with his seed.
Gravy showered and changed into the civilian clothes he carried with him from the other locker room. The freshmen were mostly done showering by the time he got there, so he was alone that whole time. He’d learned his lesson, so he didn’t bother explaining to the freshmen why he wasn’t with the others.
Maybe he’d learned the wrong lesson, because he did sense the freshmen snickering. They knew he wasn’t invited to gangbang with the other football players because the cheerleaders didn’t want the fat jock. Maybe he should have given them an excuse. Or maybe that would have just made him look defensive.
The freshmen pointed and laughed at his big dick too. Gravy ignored that. He headed out of there as soon as he got his clothes on.
He didn’t get very far, however, before running into Bart Dazzle, the physical therapist for the university’s athletic department. He was short, neat-mannered man, slim and flamboyant in his way, kind of offputting at first, cuz Gravy didn’t get the artistic, theater-kid kind of personality. But Bart had grown on him, and he gave great massages.
“Is something wrong?” Bart asked when he saw Gravy. They were just passing the door to the locker room, inside which all of Gravy’s friends were gangbanging the cheerleading squad, and the sounds of that were plainly audible. There was no doubting what it was.
Though Gravy hadn’t intended to tell anyone what happened, he did, just because the words poured out of him. Once he started, he couldn’t stop unil he had told the whole story. He sat on a bench, and Bart rubbed his shoulders the whole time. He had smell, gentle hands but a firm touch, and he rubbed the tension out of Gravy’s shoulders.
“You poor baby, are those cheerleaders being bitches? Don’t worry, at least one of ‘em has chlamydia, your teammates are all going to be on antibiotics next week. They’ll recover before the tournament, but they’ll have learned a valuable lesson,” Bart said and shrugged.
“Oh. How’d you know that?”
Bart shrugged. “I know those cheerleaders. They’re like that. I have access to their medical records.”
“Should we… stop them?”
“Chlamydia’s fully curable. It’s no big deal,” Bart said.
“Oh.”
“That woman you were talking to, the professor-“
“That old lady?”
“She’s thirty-one, Gravy. That’s not exactly old. But yeah, her. She’s totally into you, you know. She was serious about not dating students, that’s a rule she follows strictly. She could be fired. But you’re graduating soon. Call her. She likes big boys,” Bart said. He held up a piece of paper. “This is her phone number.” He smiled flirtatiously as he tucked it into Gravy’s jeans pocket. His hand plunged deeper into the pocket than was necessary, and he handled Gravy’s cock and balls through the fabric. He smiled.
“Why are you giving me that?”
“Because I like you, and I like her,” Bart said, still holding onto Gravy’s cock through his pocket. He led him down the corridor.
“Oh. Where are you taking me?” Gravy always turned into a robot when someone touched his cock like that. He got touched affectionately so rarely it was nice when it happened, and he didn’t want to say anything or move in a way that might make it stop. He was stiff, leaning back a little to let Bart have easy access to his crotch.
He followed Bart down a corridor in the athletic department. He cleared his throat and asked again, his deep voice echoing and making Bart shiver with desire. “Where are we going, man?”
“Sssh… Ass is ass, Gravy, especially in the dark. I’m taking you somewhere dark enough to… well, dark enough to do whatever you want.”
“I’m not… I’m not gonna cornhole you,” Gravy said. Bart’s massages usually had a handjob component. That was the best part of his massages, and he knew perfectly well Bart wanted to get cornholed by him. He wanted to ride that massive cock.
But Gravyboat didn’t do that kind of thing. That was dirty. He wasn’t a hobo or an oilman or a roughneck, he wasn’t a ramrod.
Bart stopped in front of a closet door. He opened it and dragged Gravy in. It was a large walk-in closet, usually full of soccer equipment thought it was empty now because all of the equipment was on the north field. The soccer team had just begun practice. The women’s soccer team at GHU was full of thick girls who might date him, he hoped, so he kept going to games.
It was a dumbass sport though, boring as math. You could tell it was an old game, they invented it before anything but kicking had been invented.
Though it was a big closet, Gravy had to stoop to get in past the tight doorway, and he was crammed in there. Bart’s body bumped up against him as they both struggled to fit in. When the door slammed shut behind him, it was pitch-black in here.
Gravy’s intense body odor filled the air. It wasn’t a bad scent, it was mostly cheap deodorant, which he used copious amounts of because he was sensitive to people (mostly women) constantly telling him he was sweaty. He didn’t even raise his arms in class because people acted like his armpits smelled really bad, even when he knew they didn’t — people just made that sort of assumption about big guys like him. If he defended himself, he would just sound defensive, like he might as well admit it was true that he smelled bad.
“Man… I won’t stick you in the ass.” Gravy’s deep voice gurgled like he knew he wasn’t going to follow through on that rule. “I don’t do that.”
“I know, and I think it’s wrong to lie, I don’t approve of that,” Bart said. His voice sounded even more feminine in the dark. He stroked Gravy’s dick, which began to twitch and firm up. “But I’m not mad. I know you had to lie to-“
“I wasn’t lying.”
“Oh, so this isn’t your dick about to ram into my asshole?” Bart asked with a wry giggle. “Is it some phantom’s cock?” His pants were down now, and he rubbed his smooth ass against Gravy’s bulging crotch. Gravy let out an involuntary moan. His cock was hard now, and it was painfully tight in that jockstrap. He wished they made bigger jockstraps.
“I mean… I ain’t, y’know…” Gravy blushed. “I don’t do that. I ain’t s’posed to even jack off at all. My dad’s a preacher. It’s in the Bible.”
Bart leaned closer to Gravy and whispered, “It’s not in the Bible.”
“Well, my daddy says it ain’t right,” Gravy said. He blushed. “But, uh, I already did done mess with some girls in the past. I got sin in my heart. God forgives. I just don’t know what to do.”
“Oh hush up, I’m not letting you walk around with a hardon like that,” Bart said.
“You can just stroke me off. Put’cha mouth on it,” Gravy said. He looked down at his feet, and a grunt escaped from his throat. He watched his dick throb through his clothes as it caressed Bart’s smooth ass, sending a shiver of desire up Gravy’s spine. He had never had a girl play with his dick like this, like she really wanted to make him feel good. Bart squeezed his shaft, teasing it, making him so hard he could burst. Gravy sucked in his breath, hoping he didn’t cum too quickly.
And just like that, Gravy had changed his mind: He was definitely going to go through with it. He was gonna cornhole Bart.
“Okay, I’ll do it,” Gravy said. “Lemme put it in your butt.”
“I will. In due time,” Bart said. He smirked and looked up. His fingers slipped under Gravy’s shirt and tweaked his nipples, making those mountainous pecs flex over and over.
“Huh.” Gravy grunted, and his massive belly rippled.
“You can always leave, Gravy, this door’s not locked; there’s not even a lock on it. You can masturbate. Your dormmates are gone for the night. You can go sit in front of your computer and pound your meat all night long, if that’s what you want to do. You can make sweet love to your own hand until dawn.”
Gravy murmured. He couldn’t think about anything else but that tight asshole rubbing over his crotch. Bart’s voice sounded so feminine that Gravy could nearly forget that there was no girl here; he didn’t understand why or how Bart would know what was going to happen in the future — his roommate was visiting his parents this week, so his return time was not predictable — but he was too aroused to think too much about it. He heard actual girls laugh out in the hall as they walked by. That made him choke and cough and his hands fumbled with his belt, as he was reminded of where his teammates were.
Without him.
His pants slid down to his ankles, and Gravy sighed as his dick slipped into Bart’s asscheeks. He had never felt anything like it.
At first his cock just flopped between Bart’s cheeks. Even that was enough to make him moan with desire. He humped his hips back and forth, delighting in the shockingly moist feel of Bart’s tight asshole, ready and waiting, beckoning for him to enter it.
“You ready, big boy?” Bart asked. His delicate hands slipped behind his own body, wrapping around Gravy’s shaft and aiming it for his ass.
“Yeah.” Gravy’s deep voice was hesitant, uncertain — not because he wasn’t sure if he wanted to go through with it, just because he was worried he would cum too soon. That would be embarrassing.
On the other hand, it occurred to him that Bart would let him do it again. Bart would probably spend all night with Gravy if he asked, letting Gravy demolish his ass until his roommate showed up tomorrow morning.
Gravy sighed as Bart finally led his dick in. Bart sucked in his breath when it hit his hole, and the hard-as-iron tip slipped into him.
“Goddamn…” Gravy’s eyes opened wide. It was like wearing a warm glove that had been built just for him, or just for the tip of his dick, at least for right now. He grunted. His spine tingled. He bit his lip and gasped.
“Oh…” Bart moaned like a girl. He could sound very much like a girl when he wanted to, especially in the dark and when he was only moaning, not actually speaking. He whimpered like a puppy.
The pain in his ass was intense. Bart expected that though. You couldn’t get an awkwardly massive man to shove his thirteen-inch-long, nine-inch-circumference cock into a tight ass without some pain. He had smeared himself with lube beforehand, knowing that Gravy was too inexperienced to realize he needed that. Bart usually kept some lube on hand anyway.
Gravy was completely oblivious to the fact that Bart was in pain. If he had thought about it, he would have known it, but he didn’t think about it — girls were normally very vocal about disliking every aspect of his lovemaking, from his big dick to his chest hair to his belly, furry shoulders, his hot breath and the way he made baritone choking sounds like an angry ape. So Gravy was used to assuming whoever he plowed into would let the criticism flow freely. When he didn’t hear Bart complain, he kept on plowing in, struggling to feed in inch after inch of his throbbing meat. He thought about nothing but the mind-numbing pleasure shooting up from his cock.
There was resistance. Bart had trouble taking his entire manhood. When Gravy had plowed into girls, that was a problem because they complained, made him slow down or stop. But Bart wasn’t like that at all. Bart liked the struggle. He savored the pain because it made the pleasure more potent as well.
“Shit, man…” Gravy’s deep voice rocked Bart back and forth.
So Gravy was shocked at how easily he got his dick in. Despite the pain and the tightness, he just kept pushing and Bart just kept accepting it. Finally Gravy was all the way in, his whole body bucking and shaking, his knees nearly giving out, until his pubic hair scratched at Bart’s ass.
In his mind, Gravy thought he wasn’t going to touch Bart any more than he absolutely needed to. He certainly wasn’t going to make love to him. He leaned against the closet wall, and let Bart ride him up and down. His hands flailed above Bart’s body, his muscles quaking as he experienced the ultimate pleasure and did little more than watch Bart impale himself on Gravy’s manhood.
But Bart was slow and sanguine about it. Gravy couldn’t accept that. The more his desire overwhelmed him, the more Gravy’s inhibitions about touching a man melted away. He moved his body back and forth in long strokes, and he moaned with each thrust of his hips. Bart undulated too, in sync with the motion of Gravy’s massive frame. Gravy’s chest and belly rubbed on the smoothness of Bart’s back.
Finally, without even thinking about it, he grabbed Bart by the shoulder and held him in place. He pistoned his hips now, finally plowing into Bart hard, ramming in and out of him with all of his might. He didn’t know anyone would ever take his dick like this. The whole thirteen inches rammed in and out again and again, and each time it battered Bart’s prostate, sending wave after ascending wave of ecstasy to wrack Bart’s frame.
“Goddamn, man, shit! Open up, fuuuuuuucck!” Gravy’s hot breath condensed on top of Bart’s head. If Bart were taller, Gravy thought, he probably would have kissed him out of sheer habit, so he was glad for the height difference — that would have been a step too far.
Before Gravy knew what was happening, they were on the floor in the tiny, darkened closet. Gravy was too tall to fit, his head banged on the wall while his feet bumped into the door. His heavy chest and belly pressed down on Bart’s back.
This was another part where Gravy was used to girls making him stop. When he messed with cheerleaders, they usually weighed about a quarter of his own weight, so they couldn’t take much pressure from above. Gravy had to treat them like delicate pieces of china, like the slightest bit of pressure would make them shatter into a million little pieces. They complained about sweat too, and about his hot breath, his scratchy hairs rubbing against their smooth skin.
But not Bart. He loved all those things. He loved Gravy’s slightly rancid breath, and the stale and fresh sweat that made his belly slippery where it rubbed over Bart’s back. Bart turned his head to the side so he could lick up as much sweat as he could off Gravy’s chesthair.
Gravy wrapped one hand around Bart’s body and stroked his dick. He couldn’t believe he was doing that. He didn’t need to, wasn’t told to do it, but all of a sudden, he wanted to be sure Bart felt just as good as Gravy did. Bart moaned into the meat of Gravy’s massive arms, which wrapped around Bart and held him tightly. The sound of Bart’s pleasures was swallowed up by Gravy’s thickness.
“Oh god…”
“Can I jack you off?” Gravy knew he didn’t need to ask, who would say no to that?
And indeed, Bart writhed and nodded and moaned, as his cock throbbed in Gravy’s grasp. Precum flowed down Gravy’s thick fingers and onto his wrist. It was thick and creamy, and it came out in pulsations that Gravy could feel in Bart’s shaft too.
Maybe it was the clumsiness of Gravy’s unpracticed hand that brought Bart to orgasm so quickly, but as his body contorted around and within Gravy’s thickness, a surge of pleasure flowed through his veins. Bart shot his wad on the ground, a great creamy flow of it, followed by another, and another.
Sandwiched between Gravy and the floor, Bart could feel every spasm in Gravy’s orgasm. His dick was massive inside Bart’s ass, like it was getting bigger as it spewed its creamy load inside him. Gravy’s grunting was cavernous and bestial with Bart’s ears right beneath his chest.
“Oh god, fuck, man, shit…”
Bart squirmed within Gravy’s arms, gasping for air under Gravy’s mountainous torso. His face turned red. The pressure grew so intense he gnawed on Gravy’s stone-like forearm. Gravy didn’t even notice, he just moaned so loud it could be heard in the girl’s locker room down the hall — the volleyball team in there thought it was a howling dog. Gravy’s body was slick with sweat.
He slipped right off Bart, sliding onto a deflated soccer ball next to Bart. Gravy’s mind was already panicking, worried that everyone would find out what had happened and that they’d never stop teasing him. But those worries were deep in the back of his mind.
He closed his eyes. He didn’t even care that girls didn’t like him. He didn’t need girls. He had Bart. He felt so confident in that that he wasn’t even paying attention when Bart put his clothes on. He was dimly aware of Bart using the meat of Gravy’s chest for support as he stood on unsteady legs.
Gravy only realized Bart was leaving when the closet door opened. Blinding light hit Gravy, who winced and looked away.
“You’re leaving?”
Bart nodded. “I’ve got other athletes to see, Gravy.”
“Does that mean you’re not gonna jack me off again?”
Bart smiled. “No. Come see me anytime you need it, Davy. I’ll be here to help.”
